Chapter 2

Death is walking down the empty hallways of her new school as she holds on to her notebooks. She wears her new casual outfit, the black tank top with pants and belt, gloves with cuffs and black shoes. She finds her first period classroom and opens the door as the teacher stands in front of the chalkboard. The teacher is a Caucasian man in his early thirties with brown hair and brown eyes. He wears a white dress shirt with a red tie, brown slacks and black suit shoes.

"Ah, here she is. Class, this is Isis Set; she is our Egyptian transfer student. Say hello, Isis." Death looks at the class and smiles. "Hello, everyone." A male black student whispers to another student. "Yeah, I'd like to Set her up. That bitch is fiiiiine!"

"Alright, Isis. Take your seat," said the teacher. Death walks down the middle row of seats and sits down, halfway from the front of the class. "Okay, we're going to start off with our first lesson. Who wrote "The Telltale Heart?" Does anyone know?" Death raises her hand. "Yes, Isis?"

"Edgar Allen Poe."

"Correct."

The male black student from before leans over to Death's desk and whispers. "You know, I like a woman who can think." Death just glares at him. "I'm sure you do."

"Now we are going to move on with literature in film. Who has heard the phrase Supercalifragilisticexpialid ocious?" Death shoots her hand up right away in excitement. "Me! Me! Pick me!" The rest of the class just laughs. "Yes, Isis," responds the teacher, almost annoyed. "Mary Poppins!"

"Hm. Are you a fan of Mary Poppins, Isis?"

"How can I NOT be a fan?! It was creative, funny, and heartwarming. Kids nowadays rot their brains on nonsense shows and movies like Snakes on a Plane, or Chowder!"

"As much as I would like to discuss that with you, Isis, I'm afraid we'll have to move on with our lesson."

"Yes, Mr. Lundgren," said Death pouting.

Later, Death is back in the hallways, putting some of her textbooks away in her locker. She closes her locker to see a girl standing next to her locker. She is Caucasian with blonde hair tied back and green eyes, chewing on gum. She wears a blue jean jacket with a white shirt with pink stripes on it, tight blue jean shorts and orange Crocs on. "So, you're the new girl, huh? I'm Vicki."

"Hi, Vicki," said Death smiling.

"I just thought I might be friendly. Come find me if you need a friend." Vicki leans over and seems to briefly hug Death, patting her on the back. "See you." Death turns around to go to her lunch period, and Vicki chuckles with the other two girls because Vicki put a sign on Death's back that says "I'm a goth whore." Vicki and her two friends walk away, but Death put a sign on her as well: "I'm anorexic."

School is out for the day and Death begins to walk home. After walking away from the school grounds, she warps to her house on the other side of town. She walks inside with her hands in her pockets and sits down on her recliner. She turns on the TV and flips through the channels to find a program about dream therapy. "Won't Dream be happy about that one," thought Death to herself. Death then sees a commercial about a monster truck rally coming to town soon. "Destruction," said Death. She then flips to a news report coming from the Middle East.

"Military leader Farnaq continues his totalitarian regime on the refugees here in Kazakhstan. Many villagers have been stripped of their homes and taken to camps as he builds a palace where the village used to be."

"Despair," said Death. The next channel she flips to is a romantic hotline, ready to fulfill your deepest desires. "This one's a no-brainer," said Death as she sighs. "You guys are really busy today, aren't you?" Death turns off the TV and stands up from the recliner, stretching her arms. "I've been human for a day and I haven't taken this body for a test run. Look out Planet Earth, here I come!" And with a thought, Death warps out of the house.

Downtown St. Louis, near the arch; Death looks up in front of her, gazing into the sky above as she marvels at the structure of the St. Louis arch, said to be the gateway to the Midwest. One teleport later, she sits on top of the Gateway Arch, kicking her legs like a giddy child. She takes out a cell phone and takes pictures, then labels them "the life and times of Death of the Endless."

Death sits down inside of a Chicago pizzeria, eating a bacon pizza with extra cheese with a fork and knife. "The Gateway Arch, Chicago style pizza and ooh, Pepsi! I'm having a smashing good time!" The waiter comes to her table and humbly asks "Do you need anything else, ma'am?" "No, I'm good," replied Death who then speaks up cheerfully, "and I'll make sure to leave you a biiiiiig tip."

After leaving the pizzeria, Death stands nearby to observe the waiter who served her. He looks on the table and can't believe his eyes as he sees a $100 bill on the table. The waiter looks outside to see Death give him a slight wave before walking off. "Sorry kid, but I gave you one last bit of hope. See you in three years."

Next Chapter: Vicki declares war on Death, but the Endless knows her every move. The mortal versus the force of nature.