It was just before summer vacation when I died.

I was head of the cheerio's, dated the cutest kid in school Rory Flanagan and the most talented in Glee club.

When I turned sixteen the whole Glee club went to a carnival.

I saw the fortune teller booth.

The fog around the booth was calling me closer.

The fortune teller told me to "watch my back because something bad was going to happen to me".

I ignored those words of wisdom and that was the worst mistake I ever did.

A few hours later we all went into the haunted house.

I was running around play tag with a few others when I tripped and fell over a body.

I didn't know who it was but I got a text saying "I WARNED YOU".

Later that night Blaine came into my room and told me that "I was supposed to die, the dagger was coming to me and I ducked and ran off".

Two months later

My kisu was falling apart now.

I had been kicked of the cheerio's, Rory was to go back to Ireland soon and my imba voice was getting weak.

One evening I was sat on my kitanda talking to Blaine from across the room when I started coughing.

Blaine tried to get up but he was somehow stuck to the chair.

That night I died chocking.

Sixteen years zamani today I died.

AND NOW I THINK IT'S TIME FOR ME TO AWAKE FROM MY LONELY GRAVE AND onyesha THEM WHAT DEATH IS LIKE...



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