Sadie's Last Days on Earth Page #3

and enter as the bell rings.

- Sounds good, less school.

- Except I can't go in the

old part of the building.

- Well, I mean,

it's too dangerous!

- Exactly!

Most important, when inside I

always know my exit strategies

and have at least three

land routes home.

- Okay, right now,

what would we do?

- Well, main library door's

the closest,

but the turnstiles could get

twisted and present a problem.

You'd think the back fire exit,

I don't like

those top-heavy stacks.

Nope.

Through the office,

out the faculty exit,

that's for me, then it's a

straight-shot to the front doors.

- Wow.

And outside is better?

- Of course, no falling beams,

shards of glass,

you have to watch out

for the trees, though,

I mean, unless you can get

to my house,

then my bunker's

the safest place I know of.

That's where I'll be.

- Wait, your what now?

- I converted my bedroom

into a bunker.

- Well, you showed up

and I got Pilates, so...

- To the bunker?

- Huh?

- Well, when the time comes I'm not

just gonna run blindly into this oasis.

I gotta make sure

it's up to scratch.

- Okay.

- Wow!

This is kind of awesome!

- Makes me feel secure.

Gives me hope.

- These air tanks?

- If the water doesn't recede

after the Tsunami,

I'll need air to surface.

Life raft.

- Wow.

Man, I wish I thought... or,

knew, the world was gonna end.

Look at this guy!

- More people need to prepare.

- Well, no.

I mean, if it's all gonna end,

then, so what?

Then I wouldn't have

to worry about everything.

Wouldn't have to worry

about getting good grades,

so I can get

into a good college,

so I can get an SUV

instead of a minivan,

so I can still feel like

I have some control

in my life.

I could travel.

Or I could just sleep in

and not feel

so guilty about it, you know?

Just feel free.

- Believe me,

doesn't make you feel free

or I wouldn't have my list.

- Your what, now?

- It's okay, you can go.

Don't waste your inner monologue

on me.

"How did I end up in this

crazy girl's bunker?

How can I get out?"

- Trust me, that's not what

my inner monologue is saying.

What's, what's this list?

- Things to be completed

before the world ends.

- Oh, well, I think we all

have one of those bouncing

around in the back of our heads.

It's called a bucket list.

- Not a bucket list.

It's a list for before

everyone else dies.

- Dark.

Alright.

Let's hear it.

Time capsule?

- I can cross detention

off the list.

Go to a high school party,

sneak into a bar,

get my best friend back...

- Sadie, you know...

Sadie, you know what would

make this list

a lot easier?

Is if you just, you know,

let loose. Okay?

Let yourself feel free.

You know,

I think we can do this.

- We?

- Yeah, I wanna help.

- I, I think I need to

revise the list anyway.

Brennan looks at me like

I'm a bug-eyed hermit

crawling out of the woods.

She snubbed me.

That's not a friend.

- What?

Oh, come on.

I mean, sure, Brennan might

have turned into a bit of

a tumblr-scrolling stereotype,

but I mean,

you kinda just

faded into the small print

without even saying goodbye.

If you want this fixed,

it's kind of up to you, Sadie.

Luckily, you have me.

- You can't say anything to her.

- Oh, I wasn't planning

on doing the talking.

I was just gonna throw you

into the fire.

- Terrifying.

- Bunker girl, stop looking

so lonely.

- Says the man with no friends.

- You're right.

I am a man and I choose not to

befriend these philistines!

They don't get me, nay,

and I don't get them.

I've got mates,

they're just not at the school.

- Debating whether or not sting

was the right casting choice

at quadrophenia in the record

store is not friendship.

- Venomous.

Are you out to destroy

all your relationships,

or you taking a piss?

I'm joshing.

- I've got it.

- Chlamydia?

- What? No.

- I hear it's going around.

- So, a bunch of people

including Brennan

are headed to the beach

after school.

It's like a group thing,

like dogs, right?

Once you guys get used to

being around each other

and intentions lighten,

we'll get you off your leash.

- I can't go to the beach,

nor am I a canine.

- Why, why not?

It's outside,

I thought outside was okay.

If I may, proximity to water,

unseen underwater earthquakes,

the water recedes

at a rapid rate

and it's too late.

- My mediator's succinct.

Sorry.

But thank you.

- Challenge accepted, Sadie.

Anyway, I gotta hand in

this paper before nine

so I can apply

to some far-off institution

that will define what I do

for the rest of my days,

all before I can vote,

by the way.

Or I'll get grounded.

Brainstorm sesh after school?

In the bunker?

- Okay.

- So, Jack Daniels just

pops over to the Batcave

all of a sudden.

- His last name is Diaz,

and he's helping me

figure things out with Brennan.

- Is that all?

- Yeah.

It's go time!

Hi!

- I'm gonna be alone

for the rest of my life.

- I got home last night and

Calvin's clothes were gone,

like he caught me cheating,

which I didn't,

and then there was

this note there saying,

"have fun on the cabo trip!"

Our Christmas cabo trip!

It's so dramatic!

Like, if we're growing apart,

it should be slow,

depressing,

no grand malevolent gestures.

Don't put all your eggs

in one basket

so early in life like I did,

Sadie.

Or they'll go bad,

you won't be able to procreate,

and no one will want you.

I'm kidding.

Your eggs have decades,

and young love is a

beautiful passionate thing.

Have you ever had a boyfriend?

- Not really.

- What about

that Teddy pipsqueak?

- Oh, no no no,

he's just a hall friend.

But I do have a new boy friend!

- Who?

- Jack Diaz.

- Oh, yeah, disarmingly charming,

funny, but not, "I'm funny."

Teacher crush.

Please, they have 'em

in elementary school.

- He's helping me

get Brennan back.

- Is that all?

- Yeah.

- Okay.

So, the green are safe zones?

- Yeah.

- And the red are no fly zones.

- Mm-hm.

- Okay, well I'll just take

the old part of the school

and the cafeteria,

and you just take

the new part of the school.

- So, we just follow her?

It seems a bit creepy.

- Do you use the Internet?

Creeping is, like, like a

hallmark teenage pastime.

It's reconnaissance.

Now, if only

we had walkie-talkies.

- You do realize

who you're dealing with?

- Of course

you have walkie-talkies.

- So are people actually going

to that kid Teddy's mod party?

- Honestly, I don't really care!

- The marsupial's on the move.

- Marsupial?

It's too many syllables.

- The possum's on the move.

- Perfect.

- Still a marsupial.

- I have a visual.

- Is mod a thing?

Like, is it coming back?

- When was it here?

- Isn't it 21 and over?

- That does give it a

Monday morning bad-ass cred.

It's kind of crazy how he DJs

at a bar when he's only 17.

- I don't think we have time

to go to the bean today.

Should we just grab a

drink in the cafeteria?

- Well, let's make it quick. I

don't wanna be seen in the caf!

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