Only two reviews? Maybe I should change the summary, ah well. Here's the new chapter. Like I told you guys, I already have most of them written up, so they'll be coming pretty quick for a while at least. And this story isn't really as depressing as I said. Its just the first chapter. I realized that earlier. The rest is kinda funny, so you should read it! Please! Hope you all enjoy the new chapter!

Chapter 2: So now I'm dead…

I heard someone shout for me. I peeked my eyes open a bit and saw someone standing over me. I sat up and put a hand on my head to steady my vision. It was slowly coming into focus, and I looked around. The person standing over me wasn't exactly a…person. It was a skeleton. It stuck out a hand and helped me up. I stared at the skeleton in disbelief before finally striking up some courage to speak.

"Where am I?" I asked. His face broke out into a wide grin, and before I knew it, he whisked me away down the streets in the little town I had appeared in. I barely got a glimpse of anything because we were going so fast. He pulled me through a door, and everything after that was just pandemonium. I heard a bell clanging and someone yelling,

"NEW ARRIVAL!" I was dragged down some stairs, and was finally able to stop running, but it was about then that I was flooded by people congratulating and welcoming me. For what, I had no clue. It was all really flustering, and after the whirlwind of people stopped coming, I was able to get a good look at my surroundings. I was in a pub of some sort, which is really weird because I'm only fourteen. And all the people were…well…dead! And, it was funny, because I think I recognized some of them, from somewhere or…something. There was this one guy with a giant hole in his middle, probably from some cannonball, and another guy that had a sword stuck in his gut. It was really, really weird! Suddenly, I heard someone pushing his (or her) way through the crowd towards me.

"Welcoming committee coming through!" they yelled. I turned around and saw a short lady in a cook's outfit walk up to me. Her skin was tinted blue and one of her arms had no skin at all, I could see her bones! She took my hand and patted it warmly. "My name is Plum, dear, Miss Plum." She said with a smile. I must have looked kind of funny, standing there staring bug-eyed. It was about then that I remembered my manners.

'Umm, nice to meet you." I said, in that annoying squeaky voice I get when I'm really scared or confused. I was pretty much both at the moment. I noticed that Miss Plum was looking at me with a bit of distaste.

"Why are you wearing pants?" she asked. I was confused for a second, and I followed her gaze to my jeans.

"Oh, you mean my jeans?" I asked. "Everybody wears them!" she gave me a weird look at that statement, but started pulling me through the crowd and sat me down at a bar stool. She lost all interest in my outfit, and asked me a weird question.

"So dear, how old were you when you died?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Do you mean how old am I now?" I asked her.

"No, how old were you when you died?" she said. I stared at her in disbelief.

"But, I'm not dead…" I told her. She chuckled.

"Denying, always the first stage." I was starting to freak out a bit. Why was she telling me I was dead? I then did what lots of people do when they think they're dreaming. I turned around and knocked my head on the counter. But weirdly, I felt no pain at all. That knock must have jolted my brain or something though, because suddenly, it all came back to me. My head shot up.

"The gun…" I murmured.

"Pardon?" Miss Plum asked. I looked at her sadly.

"I am dead…" I said. "At my school, there was a fight, and the gun went off, the bullets…" I trailed off and lifted a trembling finger up to my chest and shoulder. There were two small holes, but there was no pain anymore. I looked nervously at my hand. It was a deathly pale blue. "…wow…" I murmured. "This is different." I felt Miss Plum tentatively touch my shoulder.

"Are you ok?" she asked. I looked back at her. It was the first time I actually looked her straight in the face. She had scraggly hair and her face was sort of squashed, but she looked pretty worried. I looked away.

"I was fourteen." I said quietly.

"Excuse me?" Miss Plum asked. She didn't know what I was talking about.

"Fourteen." I repeated. "I was fourteen when I…died." Miss Plum shook her head sadly.

"Terrible having to die at such a young age, I presume."

"Yeah, it is a bit…" I searched for the word.

"Odd?" she finished for me. I tilted my head a bit.

"Well…you could say that." She gave me a warm smile.

"Don't worry about it. It's not really that bad." I smiled at Miss Plum, glad for a bit of comfort.

"Well, there is one thing that I'm a bit worried about, and it doesn't have to do with me dying." I told her.

"And what's that dear?"

"Should I really be in a bar? I mean, I'm only fourteen!" Miss Plum looked a bit startled at my question. And then before I knew it, she was laughing her head off. "What's so funny?" I asked her, although I couldn't help grinning myself.

"Don't worry about that dear." She chuckled. "Everyone is welcome here, since no one can really get drunk!" We both laughed at that. I really liked Miss Plum, and it was odd because it seemed like I knew her from somewhere too. If only I could remember where.

"Drinks?" someone asked from behind me. I whirled around and gasped. I saw a severed head on the counter. What's more, it was talking to me. Miss Plum chuckled at my reaction.

"No thank you Paul." She said, and the severed head…umm, I mean Paul, scuttled off to some others. I turned to Miss Plum.

"Uh, what was that?" I asked.

"That was Paul, the head waiter." She answered. Whoa, ironic.

"O…kay." I muttered. "Wow, nothing here ceases to surprise me." Miss Plum grinned. Then I saw her wave to someone.

"Over here Emily!" she called. I turned around…yet again…and saw someone coming through the crowd. It was a lady in a tattered wedding dress, and she would have been exceptionally beautiful, if she hadn't been dead, but she was still really pretty. Emily walked over and shook Miss Plum's hand with a smile.

"Hello Miss Plum, it's so good to see you!" she said. Miss Plum shook it warmly back.

"So nice to see you after so long Emily! How have you been?" she asked.

"Well, I'm still waiting for my true love, but it's not so bad all in all. I mean, how many more years could it be? Someone is bound to ask sometime soon." She looked around. "So where is the new arrival?" Miss Plum gestured to me.

"Emily, meet…oh wait, I forgot she hasn't said her name yet." But I wasn't paying any attention to them. The very moment that I saw Emily, something clicked in my brain and I remembered.

"The Corpse Bride…" I whispered.

As everything came back to me, I looked wildly around.

"Emily, Paul, Miss Plum, Bonejangles, General Bonesapart…everyone! I can't believe it!" I murmured.

"Did you say something dear?" Miss Plum asked. But I was still lost in thought. "How could I forget 'Corpse Bride', my favorite movie?" I muttered in disbelief. No wonder I recognized everything, I was in the Land of the Dead and…Corpse Bride?

"Dear?" Miss Plum asked. I stared at her.

"This is soooooo weird!" I exclaimed.

"Pardon?" Emily asked. I looked around. I was in 'the Ball and Socket'! Suddenly, I stood up.

"Um, excuse me, I need to go think about some…stuff." 'Wow, what a lame excuse...' I thought. I turned around and hurried off up the stairs and out of the bar.

Umm…was that an ok chapter? It was sure long enough! Hope you readers have enjoyed it. I'll write again soon!