Everybody in school knows me as the girl who writes for and about dead people. Sometimes I become so engrossed with writing that I become like the dead, emotionless and pale. For that reason, the people at school tend to stay away from me. It has never bothered me one bit because for one I don't really like socializing and two, I like being alone; it's kinda less of a drag that way and-

 

“Hey.”

 

I stopped my pen in the middle of a journal entry and looked up to find a guy with the most amusing set of eyebrows taking a seat in front of me.

 

“I don't mind at all.”

 

He eyed me with a puzzling look while fixing his hair that happened to be separated in the middle. He was wearing a gray hoodie and sported an earring on his left ear. I stared back at him for a good 3 seconds and looked away because I found it very uncomfortable. That was the time he understood my response.

 

“Oh, that was rude of me..”

 

I sighed and closed my journal a little too loudly. Did the guy just flinch?

 

“Let's just get to the point. You want me to write a death message for one of your dead pets or something, right?”

 

He ruffled his hair, began chuckling and his eyes turned into slits. What the heck.

 

“Yes and no.”

 

“What?”

 

“I want you to write a eulogy but it's not for a pet or any other person.”

 

My eyes began to widen.

 

“You want me to write one for your broken psp or something? I haven't done that but I'll try and-”

 

“For me.”

 

“What?”

 

“I want you to write a eulogy for me.”

 

 

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If by any chance that my storyline proves to be the same with another,

I assure you that it is purely coincidential.

I am against plagiarism and you, reader, should be too.

Have a good day.

 

2014