"Rowan!" the teacher snapped, breaking my blank stare.
"What?"
"Define euthanasia, please."
A few kids sniggered, but there was a reason I never paid attention in this class.
"Euthanasia is permitting a death for reasons of mercy," I stated.
Said reason being that I already knew everything.
"And cryonics?"
"Freezing a dead person or animal with the hope of reviving it in the future. And no, we have not developed this kind of technology yet." I added before he could ask. "And we probably never will," I mumbled. Hey, a girl's aloud to have opinions too.
"Good. Thank you."
I didn't respond, but instead of staring off into space again, I picked up my pen and began to doodle.
The class -- freshman Biology -- went on as it always did, with our teacher talking, the words not even entering my ear canals. Thirteen minutes and twenty-seven seconds before the bell rang, signaling the end of the hour, the door slammed open, and red smoke infiltrated the classroom.
I can't breath. I remember thinking. Or maybe someone had said it. Either way, seconds later my body went limp and blood ebbed and flowed onto the desk, as my head collapsed before blackness engulfed me.
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Forgive and Forget
Dla nastolatkówRowan Mendes is still irked from the pain inflicted on her three years ago, so when her parents decied to send her to a private school across the world, you can bet your ass she has my permission to be a little bit freaked. Rowan is not the type to...
