·Cassandra·

There was glitter on my cheek. No matter how many times I washed my face, the tiny, shiny, annoying particles refused to leave. So I gave up and I started washing my teeth. My clothes in my suitcase must be smeared with glitter—whoever put that journal in there was trying to play a sick prank on me or something.

My eyes briefly leave my reflection in the big, rectangle-shaped mirror before me, casting them down to my sister's bucket list. Then, I quickly look again at my reflection, closing my eyes to only focus on the spicy-mint flavor of the toothpaste in my mouth.

I will pretend that's not there.

"Can you at least say something to me?" Katie asks.

Oh, I forgot she was here. It was she who placed the bucket list there after all, which only means she has been going through my stuff. Cool. So she is that kind of girl.

I throw her a sideways look since she is standing with her back against the door that is to my right. To avoid replying to her, I point at my busy mouth with my free hand.

She rolls her coffee brown eyes, stepping closer to me. Her hand lands on the white marble counter. "So, basically your sister was carrying out a bucket list and she died before completing it?" she queries, staring at my reflection in the mirror.

I gulp some water, swishing it inside my mouth, and then I spit it in the sink. "What happened to 'knocking on the door' for privacy?" I air-quote her words from earlier.

"That's just for the boys, and this is important. You refused to talk about it during dinner, but now you have no escape and I need answers," she demands. "So, did she complete the list or not?"

"I guess...she didn't." I shrug my shoulders, turning around so that my back rests against the sink. "Can you pass me the towel?" I gesture my hand behind her.

The small, crimson towel hits my face. My eyes widen at her, but her attention is solely focused on the damn bucket list that she is now holding in her hands. "And someone put her journal inside your suitcase without you knowing about it, and inside you found the bucket list?"

"Yeah." Boredom laces my tone.

"So somebody wanted you to find this." Her index finger pokes the sheet of paper, glitter particles lifting briefly from the surface as she does so.

"Maybe." Oh damn. My index nail got chipped.

"Can you stop being so taciturn? This is huge!"

I sigh in exhaustion. "How can it be huge? It's just a bucket list inside her journal, along with our favorite childhood story and-"

"Wait. The Odyssey? This book here was your favorite book?" Her amazement is beyond annoying. Of course, now I don't look like the kind of person that is into mythology, but I used to be.

"Yeah, Stev- I mean my dad used to read it to us every night," I explain to her, quickly breaking eye contact at the mention of Steven.

She grabs my shoulder and turns me to face her, our sides reflected in the mirror. "You have to complete this bucket list," she declares.

"What? No." I shake my head, breaking free from her grasp.

"Yes. This is your destiny," she claims, taking a step closer to me.

"There is no such thing. I'm a free human being." I side-step her, approaching the door. My hand curls on the knob, but before opening it I turn once again to her. "And I am not doing anything connected with my family while I'm here. This is Neverland. I will keep everything that happens in Neverland in Neverland. Argentina can screw itself for all I care. That country has my sister buried in its soil." My voice sounds louder than I intended it to be. "Here, this is where I can be free from all my misfortunes."

She blinks her eyes at me as if she were processing the information. After a long pause, and as if I had said nothing she adds, "But going to a Coldplay concert? Kissing a One Direction member? You are in England, you have to at least try!" She waves her hands in the air, growing desperate.

And I'm growing tired of her nosiness. "I'm leaving in two months. There is no way to do all that stuff," I state. "Ugh!" I grumble, "Why am I even considering this!? This is silly. She was just OCD and she did lists for everything and everyone. And this list is a list of impossible stuff, like that was never going to happen. I don't know why she even contemplated that she could." Why should I carry out my dead sister's bucket list?"

"Watching the sunrise? That's quite plausible. You could try at least," she coaxes, and I silently contemplate the idea.

"This was your sister's last will, don't you care about her?" she asks, her golden eyebrows knit together.

No.

"Why should I? The only and one objective I have while I dwell here is dating Tobias Richmond." I pull up my hair in a ponytail using a rubber band I had on my wrist.

"Oh my God. Look!" she exclaims, startling me. "She wanted to kiss her crush in a lavender field, and she never got to do that! You have to kiss Tobias for your sister's sake!" Katie beams, her white teeth on display.

I chuckle, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. "I will kiss Tobias but it will be for my sake, trust me."

"Oh, come on. Your sister couldn't have been that bad." She pokes my shoulder. What the hell?

I poke her back."I'm just saying I don't care about my dead sister's bucket list. I will kiss the hell out of him for my sake."

"Who are we kissing?" Jon enters the bathroom from the door opposite to me. Ugh, shared bathrooms suck.

"Tobias Richmond," we say in unison.

"Knocking? Someday? Maybe?" Katie adds quickly, then she takes a seat on the toilet, after closing its lid.

"Ooh." He purses his lips. "So many guys in the world and you want to kiss that one guy?" He grimaces, looking for his toothbrush in the small transparent glass.

"I can't decide who I have a crush on. It just happens." I fold my arms, leaning against the door. This has turned into a council meeting or something.

"So do it on behalf of your sister," Katie insists. "Seriously, trying to fulfill this bucket list sounds like such an epic thing, and you'll be honoring her memory by kissing Tobias Richmond."

Jon grabs the bucket list. His eyes fidget, scanning the contents scribbled on it.

"What am I missing here? Why are we doing someone else's bucket list?" he asks, intrigued.

Katie stands up, walking toward him. "This is Cassandra's dead sister's bucket list," she announces.

"Yeah, so?" Jon throws her a puzzled look.

"So? Oh, my Gosh. You're all so blind!" she growls, rubbing the pad of her fingers against her temples. "Her sister wrote this epic bucket list in which eighty per cent of the items include Cassie somehow, but she died before completing it, so we must complete it to honor her will."

"For crying out loud!" I pinch the bridge of my nose."This is just a random paper she must've written in a rush."

"How do you write a 'before I die list' without knowing you were gonna die?" She looks at me with disbelief.

I need answers about that too.

"This is stupid," I bark. "I'll tell you what my bucket list includes: Kiss Tobias. Kiss Tobias. Kiss Tobias. Oh! And kiss Tobias some more." I smirk.

"Seriously, Cassie?" Jon asks. "So many fishes in the ocean and you wanna date the shark? You'll get hurt, Bambi."

"Don't call me that!" I demand, angry that he is using the nickname Ulysses gave me. "And thanks for undermining my female capacity to fight for myself. He should be afraid of me. I am the shark of this story." I poke his chest with my index finger.

"I know more than anyone that he isn't a good person. But she's just kissing him, not marrying the guy," she claims. She steps to stand next to me. Finally, something we agree on.

"If you say so..." he trails off, putting some toothpaste on his brush. "Anyway, kissing Tobias won't be that hard, not for you. "

"Obviously." I brush my hair off my shoulder, batting my eyelashes.

Jon chuckles, shaking his head at me.

"Why not?" I ask, worried for the way he just said that.

"Well, obviously the guy has an obsession with his body and you're beautiful. The real issue here is stepping over his ego, and once you do...you must face all the possessive girls around him, including his so-called girlfriend and the cheerleading squad. Not to mention Ulysses' hatred for him."

I gulp, getting a little bit anxious about the journey I'll have to go through to kiss this random guy.

Jon spits the water in the sink, gasping loudly. "The true issue here, dear Cassandra, is the lavender field. We don't have those in winter."

"That's a minor detail, brother," Katie claims. "The important thing is to get the bucket list done. This is what Jazmin wanted to do and she ran out of time!"

My stomach rumbles and air finds its way out producing a hiccup. They turn their heads to me and my hands fly to cup my mouth, muffling the annoying sounds emerging from my unsettled stomach.

"What was that?" Jon asks, amused.

I turn around, facing the door. Once again, my body reacts. I press my lips tightly trying to suppress the noise, but nonetheless, my shoulders jerk up as the hiccup prevails.

"Are you okay?" Katie asks.

"Yes! You're just making me nervous! Stop pressuring me," I speak quickly for fear of hiccuping again.

"You hiccup when you are nervous?" Jon queries, smirking. He is enjoying this so much.

I turn around to face him. "Don't judge!" A hiccup bursts through my lips by the end of the sentence. My cheeks burn in all shades of red.

Katie pokes his ribs harshly. "It's better than farting, dumbass."

"Ouch!" he complains.

"Cassie." Katie approaches me. "Listen to me." She grabs my shoulders for emphasis, straightening my back. "Your sister wanted to do this before she died and ninety percent of the stuff involves you. Your name appears everywhere! You will thank me someday for forcing you to stop being a bitch to your sister. You have to do this. It will help you heal."

I hiccup again, and Jon covers his mouth pretending he is not giggling at me.

I breathe in deeply, invoking supernatural forces to calm my stomach down. "The only thing I care about...is kissing Tobias Richmond." I take a deep breath.

"Oh, but Cassie, picture this: Girl travels to England to carry out her sister's last wishes." She waves her hand in the air as if her words were headlines appearing in the media.

"Honestly, though," Jon interjects. "This story has the potential to go viral."

"I know, right?" Katie says. "Watch as Cassandra conquers Tobias Richmond's heart and they hold hands in a Coldplay concert, to later watch the sunrise and they live happily ever after." Her eyes glisten as she speaks. How can she be so excited?

I roll my eyes at her. "You need to stop watching Disney movies. Princesses and happy endings are clearly not my thing."

Jon scoffs."Seriously, Kat. That sounds like the best movie in the world with the worst cast ever," he objects and I glare at him.

"I don't mean you, Cas. Just Tobias. What do girls see in him, anyway?"

"Duh. He's hot." I shrug my shoulders.

"Wait. So...we are doing this?" Katie claps her hands silently in excitement.

"Nop. I'm not doing my dead sister's bucket list," I declare.

"But Cassie-" Katie starts but my actions kill her words before her sentence could be completed.

Snatching the bucket list from her grasp, I grab the sides and tear it apart in pieces. The shredded paper pieces float downwards, landing on the white tiles between us. And I simply stare at her—devoid of feelings.