Wow so I really wasn't expecting the response this story got but I'm really impressed and glad you guys like it so far! I don't have more than 3 chapters written up right now because I'm leaving for vacation soon and might not have internet. So I plan on getting in a lot of writing and hopefully will be able to upload the new chapters.

Entry 2: Max's Blog

6/15/14

So I started thinking that there might be a few things y'all are confused on. Like for instance, if I'm dead than how in the world do I have a blog that the living world are able to see? Since I've been dead for ten years I've been able to slowly build up my strength to where I'm practically able to do anything a living person is able to do, you just can't see me. (This is what some nut jobs call haunting, but really it's just us trying to be normal in this abnormal state we're in.)

Anyways, now that that is cleared up… Let's delve into the lovely story that is my ultimate demise!

~~~~~;;~~~~~

"Happy birthday Max!" My sister Ella yelled as she pounced on my bed, effectively removing any air I had in my lungs while bouncing up and down until I sat up.

"I'm awake! Stop jumping!" I shoved my hands forward and gently pushed her to the side where she landed in a heap of blankets and pillows I'd pushed around the night before.

"I'm only doing what Dad told me to do." She stood at the foot of my bed and stood straight up, holding a finger pointing towards the ceiling and placing her other hand behind her back like a butler, "Go wake up Max, Ella. Tell her pancakes are going to be ready soon and to get dressed."

I leaned back on my elbows and started at my giggling sister, "That was a terrible personation of Dad… amusing, but terrible. Now get out before I launch a pillow at your face."

She glared at me and stuck her tongue out before skipping towards my door, leaving me to flop back on my mattress and lay there another couple of minutes. Finally dragging myself out of bed I grabbed the shorts I had discarded on the floor last night and slipped them on before shuffling down the stairs.

My dad glanced up from the paper when I walked into the kitchen, "Well looks like sleeping beauty finally decided to grace us with her presence this morning." My mom chuckled from the stove as she brought in a plate piled high with delicious pancakes.

"I don't understand why we all have to eat pancakes… you know I don't like them." I glanced at my sister who picked at her plate with a disgusted look on her face.

"Els… I think you're an alien. You don't like pancakes which makes you incredibly weird and just means you clearly aren't our parent's child. You were obviously switched in the hospital." Once again I was rewarded with her sticking her tongue out at me in response.

My dad dropped the paper on the table and gave us the 'no nonsense' look. "Real mature Ella. Max, stop calling your sister an alien or saying she was switched at birth. Now, since it's your birthday and you've always been interested in seeing my office, I'm going to let you come with me to work today if you want. I have a new experiment I've been allowed to start working on today."

"Sure… sounds like a terrific way to spend my seventeenth birthday… who doesn't love going to work with their father?"

"Great! Glad you're excited about it. Go get dressed so we can leave in a few minutes… oh and Max? Try and contain your excitement." I glared at my dad as I finished eating and ran upstairs, this is just the absolute best way to spend your birthday… said no one ever.

Driving to his office took about two hours since it's in the middle of dead nowhere, not at all suspicious. It was a seven level building that was pretty much entirely plain boring white. The halls interconnected and seemed to go on forever, confusing the hell out of me as we stumbled down hall after hall until finally approaching a door.

My dad unlocked the door but stopped halfway through, turning to look back at me with a huge grin on his face. "This new experiment I've been allowed to try is still under beta testing. So I'm going to try and show you what I'm going to be doing by using you as one of the experiments. But don't worry, it's completely safe."

"Gee because that really makes me feel better about it…" I slowly walked into the room as he turned on the lights. Being greeted by a steel table in the middle of the room and a tiny desk shoved into the corner. The room was practically a broom closet.

"So I'll just need you to lay on the table and for your safety I'm going to have to strap your arms and legs down. But again, the experiment is totally safe so you have nothing to worry about Maxi."

"Why do you have to strap me down if it's completely safe?" He placed his hands on my shoulders and steered me towards the table, slightly pushing me to sit down and then to lay back as he adjusted the straps on my arms.

"What the experiment does is we take tissue from the organism and test the DNA to another person. Almost like a DNA test only we also look for diseases that wouldn't be as noticeable or show up on the tests regular doctors perform. So if you were looking to find out if a type of cancer was hereditary but the test didn't respond to the type of disease you're looking for, it would show up on ours. We're hoping this will help the human population more in finding out if their unborn children are going to be majorly defected or not before they come into this world so the parents have more time to decide what they'd like to do."

"So in other words it's helping parents know if their kid is going to be fucked up and if they want to abort it before? Or helps find things that are wrong with you that other tests wouldn't be able to find yet?"

He tightened the strap and looked down at me, "Precisely. Unless you aren't my child your tests should show up just fine as your mother and I have both been over our medical histories and that of our families and there aren't any major problems such as cancer or anything. So let's get started shall we?"

I nodded as he pulled a needle from the small desk drawer and brought it to my arm, I tried not to look at it as he drew blood and removed the needle, I can't really explain what he did other than saying he put my blood in some machine that printed results after a few hours.

"Can I see the results?" I was still sitting on the table but was no longer strapped in. Rubbing my wrists lightly to where the leather had cut in some I watched as he read over the paper for the umpteenth time by the desk. One hand was rubbing his chin while he was shaking his head every time I'd ask to see the paper.

"You don't need to see the paper Max. I told you everything turned out fine." He crossed his feet and leaned back against the chair.

"If it turned out fine why don't you want me to read it?" He glanced up from the paper and met my eyes before turning back to the sheet and sighing.

"Okay Max. You can read the results right after I give you one more shot. It's just to help make sure you don't feel woozy or anything from the blood sample." He placed the sheet down and pulled another needle from the drawer. Holding my arm out I stared at the ceiling when I felt the needle dig into my skin.

"I feel tired…" I put a hand to my forehead and laid back on the table, turning to glance at my dad.

"Oops. I must have given you the wrong shot. You're going to feel dizzy and extremely tired before passing out for a few hours. But don't worry Maxi, you're not allergic to it like your mother and I are."

R&R?