I'd always wanted to know what would happen when you die. Now I know. It was on Tuesday, 15th February, when my snooty, stuck-up Aunt Rochelle invited us over for my cousin Rachel's Birthday party. Rachel is nothing like her mother: Shy, Polite and caring. And her lovely golden curls and rosy cheeks! Oh, how I miss her!
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It's not like I had any other family anyway. Rachel was my family. It's not like her mother (my aunt) cared about me. My parents had died when I was little, about 6 years old, in a mysterious car accident. Who knew I could die in the same way. She didn't even have a funeral prepared for them. The only reason I was given one was because the taxi driver who barely survived insisted on coming to the funeral and agreed to pay for half of the costs. My aunt had to accept, otherwise she would have just got the local cemetery warden to bury me as soon as possible. I bet she would have buried me alive if she had the chance.
On that Day, I can remember saying to my aunt that I'd get a taxi there. A few minutes after I ended the call, suddenly out of nowhere, a car came in front of the taxi; the taxi driver, turning and skidding across the road, smashed into a nearby cafe and me flying out the broken car door, left cold dead on the pavement.
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The funeral was as dull as it could be: no flowers, except my aunt placing one red rose on my gravestone.
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As soon as the guests had gone, I saw her: tear the flower apart, the petals being blown away by strong gusts of wind.They were my favourite flowers. But now I love the Pouting Petunias in the underworld even more!
When I died, Angelina, My personal Angel, flew down to introduce me to the afterlife. I thought I'd be banished to hell, like all those prayers mum used to say. But, Angelina said that that was just a myth, and I was going to enroll in 'Death Dome' (a.k.a DD) high school for ghouls, ghosts, vamps, and any other dead creatures who want a 'haunting licence'. A haunting licence is a licence but for access to the human world. Without it, you cannot go up to the human world and do things such as haunting people or seeing your loved ones. You have to go to DD for at least a year to earn your haunting licence. While she was going on and on about all this 'death' nonsense, I noticed we were approaching a massive, black and orange dome-like building, with 3 separate doors, with 3 different colours: aqua-blue,
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blood-red,
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and an emerald-green door.
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"These are the doors of death. Inside each door is a certain group-type of monster, ghost or dead creature. Blue is for ghostsandghouls. Red is for vampiresandwerewolves. And Brown is for dead, decaying creatures like zombies. Once you step into one of these doors, you will be in that category forever. Choose wisely." Angelina explained. "Wow. So, being dead is almost like living the normal life,right?" I asked, wide-eyed. "Well, not exactly. You see, there are consequences to your actions, and the rule is: there is no punishment. Except, the actions you do will only suffer you dearly, you will only harm yourself." Angelina lowered her voice. "Pfft! I won't suffer myself! I'm not that bad of a person." I rolled my eyes. "Well, we shall see, shan't we?" And with that she vanished, and her voice trickled away.
