Day Past Death

Chapter 2- Questions

She sat down a few chairs away from me and took out a clipboard and pen. Then Mr. Ratcus left with the woman.

"Tell me what's up." She said like it was an easy thing to explain. Just go 'oh yeah well at said time I was dreaming and this lava man in a nice suit from some expensive store looked at me and said Nah then I woke up with my arm feeling like a burnt quesadilla was duct taped to my arm and ta-da here we are!' Yeah no thanks.

"I was asleep when my 'life-timer' went off and I woke up to my arm feeling like it was on fire and faded numbers all mixed together." I vaguely explained. She nodded and wrote down exactly what I said.

"Show me your arm if you can please." She asked gently, I nodded and showed her my arm. She jotted something down and looked at me.

"You poor thing." She muttered, getting up. I watched as Ms. Sque walked over to the fridge and took something out of the freezer. Ice. Why didn't I think of that!

"Can I?" She asks and I nod. She comes over with the ice and I notice something odd. She had no death date, nothing on her arm. My thoughts were interrupted when she put the ice on my arm. It hurt for a sec, then felt better. Then I remembered what I was thinking about.

"You don't have a death date, why?" I asked looking at her when she sat down. She sighed, looking like she was debating something in her head.

"Well let me tell you a story." She started, still looking at her paper. Very off-topic, but she seemed sad when she sighed. I felt bad for her.

"There was a girl. She was about six when this all happened. She ran away. Her family wasn't... accepting. The mark on her arm became smudged as she went through near death experiences. She starved, but saved herself the last second. She was attacked by a crocodile, it bit off some of her right foot, but she zig-zagged away to a village that helped her and saved her life. She stole, and got caught eventually. She needed what she grabbed, food, clothes, toothpaste," She explained with a laugh at the end. Still she wouldn't look up. I was concerned for the girl in the story but that didn't explain anything.
"Then her luck changed. She took shelter in that village and the people began to like her. Wanted her to stay. She made friends with the kids there and she enjoyed it. An elderly couple who had lost their daughter took the little girl in. She was like their grandchild they never had." She said with a smile, which made me smile.

"She never thought twice about her death date. She found it's better to live life like there was no tomorrow. No death date needed. By the time she got to high school, people began to worry. So she talked them through whatever was wrong and one day, a young man asked her about her death date. She looked at her arm, and there wasn't any numbers. None at all. Undetermined. Undefined." She ended, looking up. I didn't realize i was holding my breath until I let if all out.

"And the girl? Is she ok? What happened?" I asked. She laughed slightly.

"Oh she's fine. I mean I think I'd know if I was ok, wouldn't I?" She asked with a smile. She was the girl from the story. I sat there in awe.

"You're the girl! How did you do it? How did you cheat the system?" I asked. People told me I was slow at realizing things but this didn't seem true.

"Well, I don't know I cared for others, I don't like plan, I like random and the death date was something I just didn't care about." She shrugged. Then it looked like a lightbulb went off in her head.

"But I once had a friend that was dreaming when her 'life timer' went off." She started. I suddenly was very interested.

"What about?" I asked, hoping to hurry the story. She laughed.

"Be patient. Anyway she said a lava man in a," She started, tapping her chin.

"Designer suit said it wasn't her time?" I finished. She looked at me looking startled, confused, but also curious.

"How did you know?" she asked quietly. I took a sharp breath in. I didn't think 'bout that part.

"It happened to me. The exact thing happened to me." I said. then I explained my dream. We kept talking until I heard a loud bell.

"Seems like you have a choice here. I call the woman so you can go home, or continue the school day with a bunch of questions and rumors probably flying at you." She said sarcastically. I snorted, there was no question.

"I wanna go back home." I told her, she nodded and got up me following. How surprised mum would be...
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