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Ophelia Bucket List

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There she was. Re-reading her bucket list she had written when she was 12, for the twentieth time today. This is her story. Ophelia just turned seventeen. She has been diagnosed with neuroblastoma. She had fought for 8 long, heartbreaking years. She had come to the sad conclusion that the cancer has taken over her and will probably end her. She was okay with dying. She was almost too okay with it. She came to terms with it, and it broke everyone’s heart. Although she definitely wasn’t done fighting, something inside of her changed. It shifted her entire outlook on life. She cherished everything so much more. The views of the hospital room, even if it was just a brick wall, she would describe to the people that weren’t in the viewing point of a beautiful parade. Or a lovely little cafe. She always made a point to make others happy, before herself. She seemed to always be a little more late to the doctors. …show more content…

As she talked she ran to the other side of the store again, and practically sprinted back. She handed me a book and ran out of the store, yelling “Nice to meet you!” over her shoulder. I walked home. She had written her name and number in the back of the book. I called her. *a few months later* We were best friends. We called and talked to each other everyday for hours. She was finally coming over. We had planned it for days. We were going to do face masks, paint each other’s nails, sing songs randomly in unison, just the typical cliche female sleepover that is in every movie. That’s when it happened. As she crossed a street, a drunk truck driver wasn’t paying attention and hit her straight on. She was dead instantly. They found in her pocket a note addressed to me. It was very torn up, it had to have been folded several times. I slowly opened it. It was titled “Bucket list” dated 12/12/06. “Thanks for allowing me to do this.” it said in neat handwriting. Underneath it, were the single words “Have a best friend.” with a single red line through

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