Prologue: The Death Of Oliver Poss

  I spend time often day dreaming about my death. No, I’m not suicidal. I don’t believe in suicide. I believe that there are more options in the world rather than just killing yourself. But I think about how people would react.

  Me, 14 year old Oliver Poss, laying down in the hospital bed, as my mother and father stare down at me, their eyes watering up. My mother would have tears in her eyes and my father would be crying. They would both be telling me how much they loved me, as I shrivelled up in the bed and my breathing slowed down.

  Mr. West would give the announcement the next day, and everyone would gasp in shock. They would cry and all go to my funeral. Every single last one of them. They would stand at my grave, and cry and beg for me to come back. There would be more than a thousand flowers and pictures of me laying around my tomb stone.

  But of course…that won’t happen. 

Author's Note

There still needs to be lots of editing, I know lol

Reviews

[trippy kitty]

This was great. I could really relate to him explaining about how he wants to see people's reactions if he dies. It was a great and wonderful start and I can tell this character will kick a*s.

[Caitlyn Murray]

Oooo I like it. Im intrested. Cant wait for moree