Bucket List

Walking out of the hospital, she hangs her head.
"Only an hour to live...", She thinks to herself.
Slowly she pulls out a crumpled paper from her old unwashed jeans. Glancing through the points, she stops and smiles. "Ah yes." She says out loud. "It's perfect.'
After reaching the sidewalk, she hails a private hire.
"Bodleian Library please."
Upon arriving she walks through the big doors, and walks towards the lift.
"1,2,3...ah 3...a nice number i say." she mumbles happily to herself.
As she walks out of the lift she begins to look around for a fit bloke. Well any bloke really, it wasn't like she was looking for one to shag.
Eventually she comes across one who looks suitable.
"Hey, how are you?" She asks in a polite tone.
"Hiya." he replied.
"You know if there's a bobby near?"
"I can't imagine there is, why?"
She smiled, as her plan began to fall into place. Her idea was truly brilliant. Well, it was better then sniffing charlie, and smoking ciggies. She was determined to cop it, and nothing would get in her way.
"No reason" She said, gaining his trust.
"You OK? You look like you're Dicky?" the boy asked, worried.
"Yeah well, I'm not faced, or barmy, but you might think so in a few minutes."
"Why?"
"Well..." standing up, she knocked the boy off his chair, and apparently his rocker too.
"What was that for?" he asked, frustrated and in a small amount of pain.
"Aren't you gonna hit back?" she asked, as if to wind him up.
Soon, the poor bloke was lying done over on the floor. She had just started a ruck in the library, and she wasn't even ramped, just dying.
Soon a bobby arrived to see the poor boy lying on the floor. She was going to have to duck and dive, there was no way on her last day living she'd get arrested. Quickly, she ran up to the bobby, snogged him, and ran off while he stood there confused, and slightly delighted.

Looking to her list, she smiled and pulled out a pen.

"Start a brawl in the library... CHECK!" She said, with a giant grin on her face as she left the premises.