I know exactly when I'm going to die. The exact date, time, and even where. And I'm not the only one. Everyone I know are assigned a death date from the moment their born. Everyone. And the thing is, I don't want to die. (Excerpt) In my world, names are an important thing. It tells people who you are. No one will think of you as anything but this name. It holds your reputation, your status. It's everything to you. And it's something special for others to know. So I wonder, how come everyone knew my mom's? ___________ A short story I wrote as a seventh grader. I would appreciate it if you would notify me of any mistakes or corrections I can make. Please vote and comment! I would love to hear what you think! And please do not copy or steal any of this work and etc. I worked hard on this when I did write it and please at least ask me before taking it for personal use. Thanks! -PERCEPTIONS All rights reserved