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I wasn’t supposed to die at sixteen.
But then again, I didn’t really believe I was. Dead that is.
“Excuse me? Are you totally off your rocker and I’m sorry…who are you?” I scoffed at the potentially gorgeous guy that for some reason was standing in my room. I say potentially gorgeous, as right now I wasn’t impressed with him or what he was saying. “And would you like to clarify exactly what you mean by ‘I’m dead’?”
I wasn’t trying to be rude or anything, but come on. What normal person waltzes into someone else’s room, wakes them up from an incredible dream about almost naked male movie stars, and announces to them they’re dead? I mean, who does that?
Unless of course, I wasn’t actually awake…which I had to admit, was entirely possible.
As I blinked and scanned my surroundings, I realized something more strange than the fact this guy was telling me I was dead.
We weren’t in my room.
Oh, my head was beginning to hurt and as I rubbed at my temples, it was then I felt the scratchy plastic bracelet that circled my wrist.