Eighteen

What would you do if you knew when you were going to pass on? What if you knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that you wouldn't live to see your nineteenth birthday?

Fate has decreed that you die at eighteen and there's no fighting fate, right? So do you just sit there-whining and moping-waiting for death to come and get you or do you find some way to fight it? Do you stand up and fight and live the best damned years of your life?

Daniel Stildoph-sixteen years old and on the last two years of his life-is not too sure what he's going to do but one thing's for sure.

He's done. Done waiting for death and done with the drama that seems to come from wearing the Stildoph name. He doesn't care if there's prestigious blood in his veins, he's going to do what he wants, damn it. And no one, not even fate, is going to stop him.

Too bad it's never that easy though.