After Death

3

Oh. My. WORD!! I'm dead. I'm dead. I'm dead.

How is that possible. All I did was faint probably. Right.

I didn't do anything wrong.

She was looking at me intensely. The lady. She never told me her name but she was very nice and that made up for it.

"How did I die?" I ask. My voice quavering and bit. I was trying to hold back the tears that were begging to burst out.

"I," she stopped. Then pulled her hand up to her head and put a stray price of hair behind her ear. "We don't, know exactly."

"What do you mean by" I made quotations with my fingers, "exactly?" I ask and looked at her intensely in the eyes.

She's probably lying. I mean, how would I have died. Yap. This proves my point. If I don't know and they don't know then, it's not true. Somebody is pranking me.

I lean back in my seat and plaster a smile on my face. I was gonna get them so good.

The lady looked taken aback by this. "Um," she looked at the guy. He was just standing by the door now. I couldn't see him but knowing his personality he was probably smiling. Then she looked back at me. "Would you give us a moment?"

I got up and left the room. The guy closed the door behind me. I'm perfectly capable of closing a door thank you very much.

I turned around and looked at the door. What were they talking about? I bet they were talking about what to do next for their prank. Since I caught them.

I sat my butt on the ground next to the door. My dress pooling around me.

I felt like a princess in this dress. I felt beautiful. I dressed up like this for my wedding. My wedding. I can't believe it. This was my night. And they ruined it.

I suddenly felt a flush of red on my face. I was angry and upset. Why did they have to do this to me. This was my night to shine and I'm stuck sitting on the floor alone outside of a giant white box. It isn't fair.

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He lead me to a parking lot.

I bet they have given up on this prank thing and are gonna take me home now. That would be great.

We walked over to a white mustang. And he stepped next to it and smiled. What the crack.

After standing there for a while. He opened the door for me to get in.

The interior was all black and flawless. Now that I think about it this whole car looked expensive and perfect.

I plopped myself in the front passenger seat and he closed the door. I tried putting the seatbelt on but there wasn't very much room and my dress was taking over the area available. I couldn't navigate my way to the buckle. So I just left the seat belt where it was.

He came and sat himself down in the drivers seat and strapped his seat belt on with ease. I frowned at this. Stupid seat belt.

"Where are we going?" I ask. I sit a bit taller in my seat.

"We," he sat taller in his seat to. "are going on a trip." He started the car. The engine roared with force.

I slumped down in my seat. Why wouldn't they just give up with this prank thing? Just admit it people I have caught you red handed.

"In our favorite rocket ship." I mumbled.