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She'd written her poems and said her peace. She'd spoken to Miss Summers and the woman had thought that she might die. But all those things she'd written it wasn't really like that. Like death was it, the big IT
. Because she'd really done it, died, and it didn't feel cold or empty, like she was alone in it all. Not that it was in any way warm or anything.
It was... weird.
It was her, the whole sha-bangy her, leaving. Just being pulled out of the body she'd been so comfortable in for the last eighteen-nineteen years. Not forced or pushed or just left in, no, it was being tugged out lightly. Like how a little girl pulls on her mother's apron strings to get her attention. She still looked the way she did when she died. In the jeans and the shirt and her hair was styled the same.
And now she was here. In something that looked a helluva lot like the mall. In Los Angeles. Her brows knitted together and she stuck her hands in her pockets, wondering what the hell was going on.
"Hey there, kiddo." came a kind, happy voice from behind her that was male.
She turned and jumped at seeing a demon-looking thing. He looked like one of those things you see on video games and such. Kind of green tinted with metal armor.
"Wh-Who are you?"
The guy smiled at her kindly and her tension eased a bit.
"Call me Skip."
She furrowed her brow again. "Skip the Demon-thingy? Lovely."
He rolled his eyes. "I'm not a 'demon-thingy' I'm human... ish."
"Uh-huh. Well, Skip, aren't I supposed to be dead?"
"Well, yeah, but the Powers That Be — "
"The powers that be what? Trippin'?" Cassie interjected, puzzled.
"They just... be
Skip looked thoughtful before shaking it off and returning to his dialogue. "They wondered if you — "
"Nope. No thanks. Just let me go onto heaven, bub, I don't need a vacuum or a new Clique product. Just let me die right."
He sighed and snapped his fingers. There was light, a lot of it, and then she was in front of Golden gates. She smiled. Impressive.5:28 pm