The Bucket List (Rewriting)

Item Number One: Kill Jayden Parker

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The Bucket List

Item Number One: Kill Jayden Parker

I never quite understood what it was about basketball players that made them so "wanted." Perhaps it was their nonchalant attitudes or pretty smirks that made any girl swoon on cue. See, every student in our high school population of one thousand attended every basketball game—some even having to double up in seats just to watch, with the exception of me of course. It was as if, as soon as a basketball player came around the corner, all of the girls fixed their hair and posed like some awkward imitation of a Victoria Secret commercial. And I simply stood there, rolling my eyes as if I wasn't even on the planet, though I sadly was.

I was the exact opposite of every girl I was forced to share time with: a perfect epitome of outcasts in high school scrambling for out-of-sight corners and bathroom stalls to eat their lunch in. But it wasn't so bad either; I didn't really like that kind of company to begin with.

Take my current situation as a prime example and judge all you want: our teacher had to attend a meeting leaving us with a substitute who knew nothing about chemistry—absolutely nothing!—and who was only good at watching everyone misbehave. 

Before he even walked in when the period started, everyone decided they could do anything they wanted without repercussion, which included turning around to their neighbors and ignoring the assignment on the board. I, to say the least, stared at it in utter misery. I wasn't too fond of stoichiometry so I chose to ignore the assignment like everyone else did.

I really needed to make a friend.

Out of nowhere, I felt something hit me on my shoulder blade, but I chose to ignore it. A paper was flung again—I suppose a paper had been flung at me previously—and it landed in front of me. I turned around to see a smirking boy.

I rolled my eyes. If there was anything I despised more than being stuck in high school full of people, who, after their all-time high, would eventually be at their all-time low, it was Jayden Parker who was the reason the sun existed, according to him. He was the sole reason I hated chemistry.

At some point in my train of thought, I realized I still had a stupid note in front of me. I crumbled it up and tossed it in the trash can, which was conveniently right next to my lab table. From the corner of my eye, I could see Jayden glare at me profusely. Everyone knew (including me) that getting on Jayden's bad side was a bad idea, but anything was better than fourth period Chemistry.

After that moment died down and I managed to ignore Jayden's intimidating stare, I realized I didn't want to be doing nothing, so I got out a pen and my journal and started writing away. Currently, I was on page seven of my bucket list. And if you really wanted to know, I was on item number two-hundred seven, none of which had been crossed out yet.

In this class, I barely even had acquaintances, so it was quite understandable why I didn't just talk like the rest of my peers. But unlike Mari Anderson (the girl who was currently hitting on Jayden and was possibly the worst chemist to ever have existed on planet earth) I just wanted to be a piece of furniture and to get out of the hell hole they called high school that I was thrown into. The movies and TV shows made high school sound like a breeze. I was absolutely certain that these were actually the worst four years of my life, not the best.

I immediately heard footsteps behind me, then approximating me, and then stopping suddenly. I was stumped as to who it was, but I kept my cool.

"Hey, what's this?" Someone asked, interrupting my mental ramble. Following his words was a sudden yank and before I could even realize what was happening, the journal was in his hands. My eyes bolted to his, back at my journal and back up at his. He opened it, to a random blank page and his smirk grew wickedly.

"Dear Diary, I secretly am in love Jayden Parker. I know I'll never suffice for him, but it kills me to see him everyday. I want to be his all, his everything! What should I do?" he mocked in a girly voice.

My eyes grew big.

"That's not even in there." I snapped.

Breathe, Farrah, breathe.

Then and there, only one thing crossed my mind. And that was the bittersweet taste of revenge.

1. Kill Jayden Parker.