Choose |Not Complete|

I was gunna ask you the same thing. Why were you running, huh?" He raises his eyebrows at me.

"I uh.. i.. n-no reason." I studder. I was running to find him. But now that hes here i dont have to.

"Mmhhhmmmm." He says with a sarcastic voice. "So Sam. How did you know what i was?" He asks suspiciously.

"I dont know. I mean, it was obvious you werent human." I respond.

"Thats not what i meant. I mean how would you even have any idea," his eyes suddenly widen, "Are you.. a Chooser?"

My eyes widen and i try to deny it but its too late. He saw. He knows. "You are! Oo, what do you choose, huh? Job? Place to live? Vacations?" He asks. I didnt even know i wasnt the only, 'Chooser', as he called it.

I respond, "N-no.. I-" he cuts in.

"No? How? Theres no other kinds of Choosers..?" There isnt?

I suddenly tell him. "I choose how people die. And i knew you werent human because i was never able to choose for you."

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Sam was a normal kid. She went to school, had friends. That was, untill her 12th birthday when she got a letter saying she was a Chooser. Now, whenever she is talking to someone, her phone buzzes and she must choose how they die.
She doesnt want to have to Choose for her best friend, Nat. But what will happen if she waits too long..?