Bucket List Monologue

⠀⠀⠀I ticked off the second last box in my bucket list. I had finally gotten around to decorating my previously white t-shirt. Instead of being plain, it had a black splatter in the centre and a star constellation in the middle. It was my constellation: Pisces.⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀I couldn't believe that I had finally finished my bucket list. I had come far from the girl who read the bucket list again and again in tears. Originally, Kiara and I had made the list together so we could share the adventures as best friends.⠀⠀
⠀⠀I wanted her to be beside me as I explored every inch of Paris, the first thing written down in the bucket list. It was the city of love, and I wanted to share that experience with the one I loved. Of course, I loved my mother. She had

Kiara and I could've been something – I was sure of it. If it wasn't for that day in October, maybe we would've gotten together.⠀⠀
⠀⠀But her personality had taken a turn and I couldn't do anything about it. Just a day after I discovered that my sister was lost, my so-called friends humiliated me in front of everyone. Friends were supposed to care for one another, not humiliate them.⠀⠀
⠀⠀You probably think I'm over exaggerating. Well, tell me, have you ever had all your secrets let out in one single Instagram post? Have you ever had your social life ruined in a matter of minutes? If you have, then I admire you for staying strong; I certainly not as courageous as you. If you haven't, then you have no right to judge me.⠀⠀
⠀⠀I remember the first time I got bullied. It was a sunny day in October, which mismatched my bitter mood. I kicked loose stones on the pathway after being dropped off by my mother. She had insisted for me to stay back because of the loss of my sister. I stubbornly reminded her that she was lost, not gone. Just

She couldn't lose my sister. She had to find her way back somehow, right?⠀⠀
⠀⠀Let's get back to the story. Well, not a story, but a recount, because my life is not some fictional book that will get a happy ending. The truth is, no one ever gets a fairytale ending, where a prince (or princess) saves the princess (or prince).⠀⠀
⠀⠀Everyone that I had texted in my friendship group ignored me. I just assumed they were busy, because why wouldn't they? I realised I was wrong when I walked in and every pair of eyes was staring at me.⠀⠀
⠀⠀You would think that I would be used to it – being popular and all, but I've never had anyone stare at me for more than five seconds. I wasn't the most popular; I was more of a tagalong.⠀⠀
⠀⠀After the staring came the laughing. Most times, I would appreciate the laughter, but I knew this time it wasn't because of a funny joke someone shouted. It was because of my presence.⠀⠀
⠀⠀That was when I knew it was the school's gossip page.⠀⠀
⠀⠀You see, Kiara, Chloe and I used to be a run a school gossip page, inspired by our favourite show, Gossip Girl. We were going to be a better version of Dan Humphrey's failed attempt. They had turned against me and posted something about