"It's not very accurate to say, 'the end is near,' because it really varies from person to person.

The connotation of the word, 'living,' means a fulfilled feeling. If a person is having a great time, they are, 'living.' If a person is at their dream job, then they are, 'living,' but if a person is really having a bad time, then wouldn't that mean they are, 'dead?'

For some people, this 'bad time,' has a limited shelf life because it's going to go away after a while, but for some people, it never goes away. People start to wonder what happened. Most practitioners diagnose it as 'depression,' or more simply a hormonal imbalance. It's a credible conclusion for those that don't know what's really going on.

As a child progresses in life, the actual and figurative meanings of life and death start to merge. If you're not having a good time, then you're more prone to heart-attacks, sicknesses, and the most drastic of them all, wrinkles. If you are, however, having a good time, you are more likely to live longer, happier lives. Most people are accustomed to these events, but the true reason is not really explainable.

It's just something you accept after a while on the job."

Chapter One: Teletrophers

Someone told me I was dead already.

"You look dead."

Of course I do, I haven't slept in years.


A cold object slipped down my spine. My eyes widened. I felt the ice melted as it curved down the back of my shirt and stuck in place near the bottom riff. I convulsed my back trying to get the lone ice cube out, but I was fighting a losing battle.

"Isn't it more fun like this?'

"I'm dying omg."

"Better than being dead, "Vinny chuckled, absolutely enthralled by his witty comment.

Vinny shined a sort of innocent, childish smile, a smile that just had a sort of calming effect.

"Don't do that again."

"Yeah, yeah."

He threw his backpack on as he got up, "K, see ya later."

I waved bye to him as I tried to get the ice cube out, but it was on the ground in a small watery puddle. My shirt was dry, so I just left the ice cube there and went to class.

Actually I didn't.

I ended up wandering the school looking for something to do, but to be honest, most of the fun things that go on in school happen in the classroom, and if I went in a classroom now, it would be terribly awkward.

It's after school. Most of the students stay in the commons or finish their homework in their classroom. Very few students take the bus home. It makes sense; the buses smell terrible I heard. It's not uncomfortable to stay after school though, the hallways are nice and wide, and there's a constant application of air freshener. Most of the time it smells like lavender I heard. I can't smell very well, but it's never been a problem so far.

Some people have to use their sense of smell to fix cases, but I'm not one of those people. I have a different skill, but I can never go by myself to do jobs, so I have a team that can help me.