If I had One Year to Live

I walked into the stinky doctors office. The smell of cheesy feet and some sort of medicine that I couldn't think of the name for. I sat down in the very uncomfortable doctors chairs and picked up a magazine. The title was, 'Celebritys That Only Have One Year To Live!' The thought that, that could be me one day scared me so much. I looked through it, Leanardo Decaprio, Angalina Jolie, Brad Pitt, Britney Spears, Jamie Lynn Spears(Must be a family thing), and even Santa Clause. Only had one year to live. I wasn't to sure if that was true, but who knows these days. So many rumors going around. Suddenly a little kid came up to me, 'Mommy, Mommy!' I heard him say as he tugged at my pants. I smiled and then looked away. A shy voice yelled, 'Miss. Fleur White. The Doctor would like to see you now.' I got up steadily and then stood in one spot for a minute to regain my balance. I walked down the hallway into the Doctors room and sat on the bed. The Doctor walked in. He cleared his throat. 'Hello, I'm Doctor Smith. I would like to run a few tests today. Then I should end up with some results on how you are.' I nodded and smiled a scared smile. 'Okay.' He then proceeded to taking a blood test from either arm. An X-ray and then he took my pulse. 'I will be right back. Here read this.' He answered. He handed me a small magazine. After about a long ten minutes, he was back. He pulled a chair up and sat in front of me. He cleared his throat again with a groan. 'Um... your going to die. You have a year to live.' He whispered. I looked at him in shock. 'What? Why! That can't be possible. There must be some mistake. No!' I cried and yelled. Tears slid down my cheeks like a river. 'I'm sorry. There's no mistake. I was as suprised as you are.' He patted me on the shoulder.



I walked out of the Doctors Office and walked round the corner to wait for my husband to be. The car pulled up and he came out and gave me a hug. He opened the door for me and then got back in. I silently put the seatbelt on as he started the car. 'So how was it dear?' He asked. I gulped. 'It was fine honey.' I lied. ' Are you sure?' He asked again. 'Um... yea can we just pull over please!' I begged. 'Okay!' He answered as he pulled over. 'Thanks.' He gave me a kiss on the cheek. 'Now what's wrong and don't lie to me.' I looked into his eyes. I could see fear. 'Um... I... I'm going...' I stopped. 'Going to what?' He answered. I gulped. ' DIE!' I yelled. Tears fled down my cheeks again. Tears started up in his eyes too. 'Um... how long till you know... you ... die?' I looked at him and rubbed my eyes 'A year exactly.' I exclaimed. 'Really?' He asked. 'We can still get married right?' He asked with tears. 'I don't know!' I was silent for the rest of the night.

In the morning he had gone to work, so I made breakfast and got a pen and a notebook. I wrote down the title. 'What I would like to do in a year!' I skipped a line then wrote:
Number One: Try not to die!
Number Two: Get Married.
Number Three: Go on Honeymoon.
Number Four: Buy a puppy.
Number Five: Look after kids at a nursery.
Number Six: Have a baby boy.
Number Seven: Find a big, wonderful house.
Number Eight: Buy a family car.
Number Nine: Go on holiday to India.
Number Ten: Buy another puppy.
Number Eleven: Get a better job as a lawyer.
Number Twelve: Get a Nanny.
Number Thirteen: Leave child and puppies with Nanny and go to Ireland.
Number Fourteen: Have a baby girl. (Luck of the Irish!)
Number Fifteen: Come back and introduce, Baby Leo to his sister Belle.
Number Sixteen: Have a the best christmas ever with family and friends.
Number Seventeen: Go to a taste testing museum and eat food from all over the world.
Number Eighteen: Write a hit novel.
Number Nineteen: Win a 100,000,000 dollars.
Number Twenty: Get hit novel turned into a movie.........
and a Hundred is: Assasinate the person who wrote Twilight!(Lolz)

I left the list on the table, and went for a walk.

A couple months later I got married. Went on my honeymoon, actually looked after some nursery kids, bought a puppy and had baby Leo.

A couple months after all of this happened. I went for a walk and slowly walked to the park bench. I put my legs on the bench and curled up. I closed my eyes as if to fall asleep. Then the next thing I heard before I went for ever was that, 'She's dead Sir. I'm sorry.' The doctor exclaimed. 'I love you Mummy!' Leo wailed. 'I love you honey. And I always will!' My Husband cried.

My spirit awoke in the coffin underground and I saw everything that I had missed.