Death Journal Entry #1
The Beginning of the End:
“Without Death, Life Has No Meaning”
The 100% true story of the life of an SVU student
-Compiled by The Student and discovered by some random Doctor-
Dear Journal,
Entry #1. It feels like I’ve been here for months – but I now realize it has only been a week. Is it possible to have lived a full life in seven days? Also, since when do I not know a single person in any of my classes? It’s almost like I don’t belong here. I mean, I said something was “cool” at the dance the other night, and somebody asked me if I needed a sweater. I thought it was weird especially because of the condensation on the windows… or was that sweat? Speaking of the dance, I felt out of place in my black clothes when everyone else was in neon colors. It’s almost like they were from a different decade… have I traveled back in time?!? It would explain a lot – like why we play whiffle ball in a stable. Must explore further.
The Student