Death Experiment

Chapter 2

I got out of bed and headed straight for the kitchen. Food isn't necessary when you're dead, but i was alive and starving. I made myself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and noticed that it was only 7am. I still had time to make it to school, and i hadn't been in 3 days, so i decided to get ready and go before the school called my parents. No, my parents didn't just not check on me for 3 days, they just went away on business trips quite often and left me alone because they trusted me. Therefore I had to go to school, otherwise they would find out i usually don't go when they're away.
I really wanted to try my experiment out on something else, just to confirm the results, but all my friends would think im crazy and would never agree. I couldn't try it out on animals either, i was too afraid of killing one and not being able to revive it. I brushed my hair and put on some mascara before hopping on my bike and going to school.
I managed to make it to my homeroom before the tardy bell, thank god. After morning announcements i attempted to make my way out of the classroom but my teacher stopped me right before i reached the doorway.
"Gracie, why have you not bothered to show up to school in 3 days?" She questioned.
"I was sick, im sorry, next time ill come to school and throw up all over your desk," I lied.
"Well, i wasn't going to make you go to the office for your absences, but for that comment, you can make your way to the principal."
Well shit. Now my parents were probably going to find out about me skipping school and getting in trouble.
I made my way to Mr. Port's office, dragging my feet to make the trip longer. He was a nice guy, he'd probably let me off the hook with just a warning or a Tuesday detention.
When i got to the office, Mr. Port's door was shut. I knocked.
"Come in," he said sternly.
That wasn't like him.
I walked in and stopped dead in my tracks.
There, sitting in front of Mr. Port's deck, were my parents.
"We know why you've been missing school so often," my dad said.
"Yes, we know about your crazy little experiment," my mother confirmed.
Fuck.
They were going to lock me up in a mental institution for sure.