Brayden S

Sean King

English

"Happy Death Day to You!" They sang happily to the dying lady, who smiled like a toddler on Christmas day. The room was filled with balloons, posters with little grave symbols and zombies upon it, a grim reaper cake, and cards filled with money so she could pay the ferryman.

The woman they knew as “granny” smiled and clapped. She was happy so many young people were at her party. They make the perfect vessels to jump into. That boy, about 10? That girl, maybe 14? Or should she go for the older teen, close to independence? She readied herself and…

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