I was still confused about what had happened to me with Julian, that I was barely hearing what Ms. Blake was saying.

"...think you can come and go whenever you want...not the way life works...get into a good college..." Ms. Blake continued on and on, but this last part stuck out to me.

"Wait, what makes you think I want to go to college?" I interrupted, while she talked about my attitude.

She smiled like she thought I was a dumb child. "Dear, what do you want to be when you grow up?"

I'm never gonna grow up, I thought, smirking as I suddenly thought about Peter Pan, I'm immortal. "I don't know," I finally said, shrugging. "Successful in my own way?"

She sighed. "Yes, well, to be successful, you have to get into a good college, and then-"

"No, my definition of success does not involve going to a good college, actually," I said quickly, struggling to stay calm.

She glared at me. "Then what is?" she asked. "Are you planning to stay home all day playing games and inheriting your family's wealth? Or finding a rich man who will sweep you off his feet?"

Again, I was reminded of Julian, and I was sidetracked for so long, I had forgotten I was supposed to be talking with Ms. Blake.

"Isabelle? Isabelle? Hello?" I snapped out of it quickly when she snapped her fingers in my face.

"Um, no," I said quickly, answering her previous questions. "I don't have a family...that's rich!" I added quickly, when she gave me a funny look, "I don't play games - I honestly think they're a waste of time - and I don't believe in hu- in things like love." I prayed that she wouldn't notice my word slip, and luckily (or maybe not luckily), she didn't.

Ms. Blake closed her eyes and exhaled through her nostrils. "Well, then I hope you have a good time figuring out what success for you really is, in your life," she said, although her face appeared to reflect the opposite.

I nodded, choosing to ignoring this. "Wow, thanks, Ms. Blake!" I said enthusiastically with a fake smile. "I really hope the same for you, too!"

She shook her head, muttering something to herself, while writing on a piece of paper. "Here you go," she said, handing it to me. "Now go on to your next class."

I took the paper and saw it as a late slip. Damn, I was hoping to cut (despite Delton's threat) and ask my friend, Sandra, who was an SD and knew a lot about Deaths (probably because she read all our history and medical books), about my heart pounding, and if it was something I had to be worried about.

"You have Gym next, right?" Ms. Blake said suddenly. "I'm going to call them and say you're going, so you better go."

Damn, could she read minds, or something? I sighed. "I wasn't planning on ditching," I said in my "attitude voice" as I left the room.

I hated all my classes, but I hated Gym the most. There, you had to have a partner to do things with, which was I cut almost every time.

"Ah, Isabelle Daniels," my gym teacher, Ms. Skodt said, "your previous teacher told me you would be coming. I must say, it's an absolute pleasure to see you today." I ignored her sarcasm, more focused on how she knew my name. Then again, at my school, the genders were split up for gym, and there were only about 40 kids in each period, so the teacher wouldn't have a lot to memorize.

Eventually, I nodded at her. "Yeah, same. What are we doing today?"

"Do you know you're failing Gym right now?" she asked, ignoring my question.

I pretended to think about it, while knowing the answer well. "Um, yeah, I think so...I have a 25, right?"

"Do you want to fail Gym?" she asked.

I shrugged. "I honestly really don't care about passing any of my classes, so..." I stopped talking when she got a basketball and threw it at my face. I luckily caught it before it smashed my nose in.

Ms. Skodt pointed at the basketball, then at the net above her. "Make a 100 shots in a row, and I'll give you a 100 for this class."

I was about to say I was good, that I didn't really care, when I heard some kids talking behind me. "She probably can't do it, it's impossible." "Right? She's gonna fail at least once."

That pissed me off really hard. Something Deaths had were pride, and they thought very highly of it. So without another word, I marched over to the court, ball in my hand. I'd only played basketball twice, at most, but it didn't matter. I had 100% accuracy and 100% endurance. I could do this all day perfectly, without resting.

I stepped confidently on the black line (I didn't know what it was called), and took my first shot.

It went in.

I threw it in a way so that the ball would always bounce back to me, so I wouldn't have to move from my spot.

Pretty soon, my mind started wandering because I didn't really have to think to focus. It was just throw, swish, bounce, bounce, catch, repeat.

I thought about Sandra and where she was now - she was 23 years old but 2,023 years in reality (she was made the same day as me) - when I saw Ms. Skodt suddenly grab the ball before it reached me. My brain snapped back to focus when I saw the whole room, including a bunch of people standing at the door, just gaping at me.

I ignored all of them, instead turning to Ms. Skodt. "Um, I wasn't counting, did I get up to 100?"

"You were up to 214 before I stopped you," she whispered, staring at me with wide eyes.

I stepped back, trying not to be creeped out, turning around to face the girls that said I couldn't do it. "Guess what, bishes?" I said, smiling at them. "I just did it, so I guess it's not that impossible." Smirking at their stunned faces, I turned back to Ms. Skodt. "Since I did more than a 100, I can't fail if I leave right now, right?" I didn't wait for an answer.

I grabbed my stuff and walked out, heading for the wall that had the DeathPortal. I flipped open my watch, pressing on the computer icon. "Isabelle Daniels. Take me to Sandra Duncan, 1,016 year old SD," I demanded. She was technically the same Death age as me, she just had a different Mortal age.

"Please wait, tracking her location now." Tracking could take from 10 seconds to 10 hours. "Location, found," the voice (thankfully) said 25 seconds later. "Prepare to jump in 3 seconds."

One...two...three. I jumped.