I'm Already Dead

Chapter Three | That Morning

I ran downstairs, and sprinted into the kitchen.

In the kitchen, I saw a little girl sitting in a chair with blueberries all over her face, syrup on her clothes, and no pancakes in sight.

"ABBY?! YOU ATE ALL THE PANCAKES?!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.

"Oops." she said, so innocently and quietly.

"I swear, I will strangle you..." I whispered.

"Catherine, no need to freak out. I have more pancakes on the coffee table. They're yours." said my mother.

Without even thanking my mother first, I ran straight to the coffee table in the living room and scarfed down my pancakes. After that, I ran upstairs, put my hair in a regular ponytail, put on baggy clothes, and grabbed my backpack. 

I ran out the door. I waited at the bus stop for about 5 minutes, and was taken to school my least favorite way- the bus. Then again, I never really liked school anyways. On the bus, I thought to myself, "Did I do Ms. Stewart's homework last night? Nope. I didn't do any homework last night." 

When I arrived at school, I pushed open the door carelessly, not even caring about anyone who might have been behind me. 

(Fast Forward to 4th Period)

"Catherine? Do you have your homework? Catherine?" said Ms. Stewart.

"No." I said, quietly.

"Well, bad students must be punished," said Ms. Stewart in a threatening, deep voice.

"What?" I said.

Then she got a knife and plunged in straight into my stomach. I screamed in pain. Then I blinked just once, and then...

"Catherine? Catherine? Are you alright?" asked Ms. Stewart.

I guess I was imagining stuff, because everything had appeared to back to normal, and I was sitting in my seat, in history class.

"Uh... Excuse me?" I said. Then students around the class started to snicker.

"Are you okay, Catherine?" said Ms. Stewart.

"Yeah... I'm good." I said.

"Okay then, let's get on with the lesson." said Ms. Stewart, and then she resumed to teaching.

I wonder if that was real...