Okay.. So I tried to do this a while back.. But I lost track of time and couldn't.. So I'm doing it again.. This is my story!! ^.^ My Life After Death Chapter 1 I squeeze my light green eyes shut as I absorbed the last noises I would hear, the shrill shrieks of the hundreds of people below me, with the wind slashing back my bleach blonde hair.. But I notice one scream out of them all.. A woman, sounds like she is middle aged, she yells as I hit the ground, "See you soon sweetheart!" Then I hit the pavement and everything went black.. I woke up a few minutes later in a pure white room with no doors.. Then a woman with bright beautiful green eyes and luscious blonde hair just exactly like mine.. I gasp at how alike we look.. She smiles warmly at me, "Hi Drew, we've been awaiting your arrival.." I shivered at her voice, which sounded much like my mothers, who died when I was just a five-year-old.. But I'm seventeen now and it happened so long ago.. But I remember it as if it had happened merely yesterday.. "Who are you," I asked, "and where am I?" She simply shrugged it off and said, "That's for me to know, and you to know soon enough.. Now, follow me.." I obediently follow her, wherever she was leading me.. Maybe we are going to a torture room.. Or maybe to show me my mistakes when I was alive, because I knew for sure I was dead, like in movies where the spirits show up and take the guy to the past and show him stuff he could have fixed.. I was hyperventilating when she pushed open two gigantic doors and moved aside, so I could see where I was. I walked into a room where there were about 10,000 kids that looked around 17 or 18.. I was thankful that they all looked around my age.. I watched as a specific guy, with Justin Bieber length dark brown hair, sparkling teeth, and bright blue eyes, about 5'11, stood up, looked my direction and began walking over.. I widened my eyes at the thought of someone as hot as him talking to me, a total tomboy with choppy blonde hair, light, dull green eyes, short thin legs, and bony arms.. I realized that he was almost a foot taller than I was, I was a mere 4'9.. I turned to the woman still standing behind me, "Where is the bathroom?" She looked at me funny and said, "Gotta go," she chuckled at her smart comment, "down the hall, take a left at the second hall, then it's the very last door.." I thanked her and took off towards the bathroom, but I stopped when, out if the corner of my eye, I saw it.. A picture of my mother. I rushed over to it and examined the name, "Grace Simmons," my mother.. I gasped as I noticed that the woman who greeted me was the exact same woman.. I rubbed my temples as I turned and walked towards the bathroom again, running into the guy I saw earlier. I gasped and went to run off, when he grabbed my shoulder and whipped me around. I pressed my heels hard into the floor to stop myself. "Hi, I'm Dylan Parks.." He says without fear, doubt, but he says it full with confidence and pride in his smile. What will happen next?? Will a "relationship" spawn between Drew and Dylan? Find out in Chapter 2!! P.S. I want 3 people who like it before I post chapter 2.. ^.^
Okaii ^.^ Chapter 2 I swallowed my fear and muttered, "I-I'm D-Drew.." He smiles and grabs my hand, "Let me show you around," he still has a hold on my hand and begins walking towards the doors the woman, who I think is my mother, showed me when I first showed up here.. I follow him through the double doors I first entered through. "This is the main room, where we eat and visit. Your training schedule will be up there," he says, pointing towards the front of the room with a man on the stage, handing out papers, "with Mr. Gillian, our headmaster.. He chooses who gets what classes, after you show him what you can do.." I shiver at the thought of fighting, or training to fight at that.. I couldn't believe where I was, heck I didn't even know.. "Where am I?" I ask with a smile. "Ms. Simmons didn't tell you?" "Umm, tell me what?" I said, with a tiny bit of anger in my voice. "Where you are.. I mean I figured her being your mom and all," his eyes widen and he covered his mouth almost instantly, realizing his mistake. "Ummm, my what?" I reply, getting angrier. "Nothing," he mumbles through his hands, "We aren't supposed to tell you who you really are.." "Who am I," I reply sternly, demanding to know, "and WHY am I here?" "You are.. I can't tell you yet.. The man you fall in love with is the one who tells you.. He tells you, anyone else will be executed," he flips his irresistible Justin Bieber hair to the side, "even though every single person here is already dead.." "I-I have to go.. See ya later." I say walking quickly past him. P.S. I wrote all this before Justin cut his hair!! ^.^
Chapter 3 I refused to look over my shoulder, worried Dylan would be following me.. I hurry up to the man who has the schedules and as he slowly extends his hand to give my schedule to me, I rip it out of his hand and look at the paper. "Dorm 153" I read as I again hurry back down and past Dylan, out the doors and to my dorm with my suitcase and carry on bag.. I slam the door behind me as a girl with short black hair with blue tips, whips around, widens her eyes at me. "You're my roommate?" "Umm yeah," I reply, "didn't know we had roommates.." She rolls her eyes at me and smirks, "Yeah blondie, we have roommates.. You didn't notice how big this school is?" "No.. I didn't," I say sarcastically, "I had no idea.. Yes I knew.. Who doesn't know when they get here.." "Well, I'm not sure who would be that stupid, but oh well.. I'm Angel, who're you?" "At least there is someone who doesn't know me.. Everyone seems to know who I am.. Because Ms. Simmons is apparently my mother?" She widens her eyes at my response, "You're Drew? Drew Simmons?" "Uhh, yeah.. Why does everyone know me?? Who am I to this place??" Angel sits down on her twin bed and points over to the other one, "That's your bed.. This is the fanciest room in the whole 'school', so they call it.. They said that I should share this room with you so whoever you might have has doesn't tell you who you are.. But I can tell you one thing.. That one thing abnormal about you is that you can do stuff in this world that none of us could.." "Oh," I reply, now kind of embarrassed, "so umm, how'd you die? Unless you are uncomfortable talking about it..." "Not at all," she smiles, "I was murdered.. By my brother.. He was out with his friends and he was drinking.. He came home drunk and I tried to hide, because he beat me up all the time when he was drunk. He found me, hiding in the bathroom, dragged me out by my hair, " she squeezes her dark brown eyes shut and sighs, "he continually beat me yelling "You good for nothing brat! You don't deserve everything you have!" I cried to my mother to help me, but she stood and watched, agreeing with him that I didn't deserve what I had and he grabbed a knife and threatened to cut me if I called the cops or something like that.. He threw me into my bedroom door and I slammed it behind me.. Then I made a mistake. I called the cops on him.. I told them everything.. He heard me talking to the cops, so he was screaming at me and busted the door down, hung up on the police and stabbed me to death, " she shivers but continues," then I died.. Obviously, and Ms. Simmons helped me through everything.. She is like my second mother, but she's your mother.." I wipe away the tear I have running down my face. "That's horrible.." "Yeah, so how'd you die?" "Well, I was a total outcast at my school and to my parents and everyone.. So I committed suicide.. I have no idea what was going on with my body.. But there was something good in my life that I lost.." "And that was?" "My boyfriend, Tyler, and my brother, Marcus.." "Boyfriend?" "Yeah, but he's still alive.. Besides, I have my eye on another guy." "Oh yeah," Angel say curiously, as I jump on my bed, "and that is?" "Uhh, Dylan Parks?" She widens her eyes at me and stares, being completely silent.
Chapter 4 "Dylan? No. You cannot like him.. Don't even talk to him.. Bro, he's a player.. He's dated about every girl here.." "So you're saying," I reply thinking it is clever, "you've dated him too?" Angel slams her hand down on the table, "Yes! I did because I needed someone to make me feel good! I didn't realize that it was him.. He kissed me and I got lost.. I felt weak in his muscular arms and his twinkling eyes.." She trails off as I raise one eyebrow suspiciously . "So," I say, sounding doctor-like, "you felt weak when he kissed you and had his arms around you?" "Yeah, and first things first he is an amazing kisser.." "He is.. Isn't he.." She flares her nostril in anger, "He kissed you??! You let him?? I am practically dating him!! We are," she twists her finger index tightly around her middle finger," like this! Practically dating!! And you let him kiss you!" "I-I'm sorry," I say, beginning to stutter, "I d-didn't know y-you were dating h-him!!" She flings herself at me, drags me to the ground, pinning me down with a free arm and hitting me in the nose. I yell and flail my head around, my hair going every which way. "Stop struggling! It will make your death," she says through gritted teeth, changing into some kind of monster with wings, a long tail, pointed teeth, and blood red eyes," much much easier!" "Help!! Someone," I scream, hyperventilating like I did my first time here," help me!!" "You're helpless! And when you're dead, I will rule! Because no more perfect prophet!! You perfect little -!!!" Dylan just so happens to burst through the door and she raises her hand above her head, she whips around with her wings and narrows her eyes, "Who dar-," she doesn't finish her sentence when she sees Dylan, "Dylan! You're here.. Are you going to watch," she smiles, revealing her jagged teeth," her die?" He pulls her off of me and blinks, "No.. Because she isn't going to die.." He flings her out the window, watching her flail around helplessly, "Wonder why she doesn't use her wings.." I look up at him and blink, my eyes wide and full of fear, "Can everyone do that??" He turns to me and smiles, helping me up, "No, we all choose what we are in our third week here.. You don't want to be a succubus.. Like Angel is.. She is so weird.." I bite my lip and smile, "Some people think powers are just for hurting others.. Are you like that?" "No.. Not at all.. I can't think like that.. I'm the Keeper of Secrets.." I look at him unknowingly and raise my eyebrows. He chuckles, "The Keeper of Secrets has the most power.. But the Keeper is under one person only, the prophet.. And the prophet is the girl or boy who will be the ruler of all dead people.. No matter what age, gender, or race.. When the current ruler, who is the project parent, dies, the prophet inherits the whole Northern Academy of the Dead.. " "So I'm the prophet?" "That's what we all believe.." I sigh, ask, clearly annoyed, "So I'm supposed to learn to rule this place and believe I'm prophet too? What if I don't want this kingdom? What if I'm not ready?" "Trust me.. When your mother dies, you will be ready.. Because it will be an awfully long time.. You will have had lots of training and will be ready to rule.. Now I've got to go.. You're training very hard tomorrow," he tells me, "so you will need as much sleep as you can get.." "Okay," I say, "good night.." He comes over to where I'm laying on my bed and kisses me on the cheek, "Sweet dreams.." I fall asleep dreaming sweet dreams of love, then it all changes to war and chaos.. Blood splatters everywhere as I walk around the bloody war wasteland. I see a guy who looks about 19 walking towards my sleep figure.. I scream as I look into his bloody face and see my very owns eyes, staring straight back at me.