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The manga Chapters 1-3

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I was sitting in my 8th grade English class. It was my first day at a new school. With it being Feb 3, a Friday and 12pm,and it also well past Christmas break everyone here only gives a slight nod to the new kid (me). Well....anyone worth talking to anyway.
      Thirty minutes into the below par language arts class I raise my head from my work to see, a very bright, bouncy, bubbly, loud girl gate right up with a smooth grace and with a criminal smile, spiced with confidence. (just the girl i HATE) She extends a perfectly polished hand. "Hello she says, I'm Keyki Ashansi." HEllOOOO i say, with a  sarcasm that would freeze gasoline, but with a smile that would win an award in any red carpet ceremony.  The teacher has "graciously' assigned her to show me around, beyond that to pretty much chain me to her for the next three days.
The bell chimes loudly and I step out into the sunlight of the court yard leading to the cafeteria.  keyki was gabbing to her friends about her new jeans pocket designs. Blah blah blah blah. I spot a boy sitting under a tree, eating an apple and reading. He was a fatty with some acne problems. He wasn't ugly, he just needed some maintenance. He dressed mainly in black with a super cool pokemon backpack. Just then about five big teenage boys walked up to the kid. The boy was obviously unfazed by this.  The biggest ugliest one picked up the book and threw it ruthlessly behind him. I was so entranced by the bullying taking place that I hadn't noticed the other girls pulling me in another direction until we turned a corner.  I got in the lunch line and bought pizza a sparkling apple juice. (how boogi right?)
I ate quickly(mainly to stay as far away from keyki as possible) and then went to my algebra II class. As soon as I touched my ass to the seat the intercom came to life and a stereotypical secriatry voice said" excuse me Mr. Ketinowa could you please have Erico Hoshi come to the office?" I picked up my bag and left shuffled to the office. I felt sick. What did they need. Why would they want to talk to me???  
I opened the door to the office wide and stood in line to be directed to the right room.  The bitchy secretary glared at me through slit bifocal glasses. . Well why are you here? she spits with a more than tested tone. You called for me, I said with an equally satirical tone and a half grin to hopfully prick her pride and daring her to take it to the next step. Just then a tall strict looking man in a suit smiled and waved at me from an open door down the corridor. I down the hallway looking more confident than I felt.  The man stood and closed the door as I sat. He poored two mugs of coffee and sat one infront of me. I hate coffee but kept it to my self and politely pretended to sip from my super effing hot mug. He gabbed at me for thirty minutes about how glad he was to have me at his school and If there was anything he could do, to never hesitate to let him know.  He wrote me a pass and sent me back to my 5th hour.
Just then, i heard a extremely loud crack and i saw a spray of red. Thirty yards or so in front of me a girl is laying on the floor with her eyes wide open in horror. A large bubble of red floats to the rim of her lips and stains her teeth. She's clutching her stomach and choking on what i can only assume is her own blood. Then i see it. The fat pizza faced kid is standing in a puddle of his victims blood and staring right at me. I however am staring right down the barrel of his shot gun. His eyes are dark. He had black angry eyes with very dark circles underneath them. He stepped closer and I heard the sound of a chamber being reloaded. My heart sank. I knew right then that I was going to die. But why did I have to die in vain? Did anyone else have to die? I sat my feet just right in my shoes. I jumped immediately to the left, and I ran hard, I crashed right in to him screaming at the top of my lungs. The loudest noise I have ever heard rang out like a car crash or a base ball colliding with a bat. I had read somewhere when I was younger that the body goes into a kind of shock when its hurt bad enough. That the mind cant process that kind of pain. However I have a different take on it. The initial blast burned like touching a curling iron, except I couldn't pull away, the blood was strangling and slick. Then everything went dark. I woke up to a large man pounding on my chest. I was still in the hallway and laying on the floor with about 40 kids crying around me in horror and shock. I felt my ribs being cracked and broken under the rough CPR of the male teacher. Then my feet went noticeably numb, then my finger tips, then my arms and legs.
Then rapidly, any light that had been seeping through the huddled mass of people got brighter and brighter than any light you or I have ever seen. I was suddenly breathing like I had never tasted sweet air before. It felt like I was coming out of deep water just in time not to pass out.
Chapter 2
I sit up. The fat history teacher is doing something weird behind me…Whoa. "who is that disgusting mess?" Holy shit that's me. I look like hell. My stomach is split wide open and my eyes are also open with blood dripping into them. The sight makes me wince.
I had seen enough movies to know what this was. I was obviously dead. I stood up and shoved my hands in my pockets. The air smelled like cinnamon. It was weird looking at the surrounding chaos taking place. Three of my class mates where stepping on my hands trying to get out of the area. more than three dozen kids where piled in to a door frame trying to escape from the gore fest behind them. I felt sick. I quietly ghost vomited in the corner. It instantly disappeared. The weirdest part of the whole ordeal that was taking place, was the fact that there was no sound. Zero audio. Only my steps where making echoing noises.
Then something new catches my eyes. The boy with the evil eyes was laying on the ground. The shotgun laying blood-spattered. He was being held down by 3 jocks and punched in the face by a fourth. I wished they would stop. His face was mangled and bloody and the sight was making me squirm. The other girl in the lavender shirt, the one he had shot before was obviously passed out being loaded onto the near by stretcher now being carted in by the paramedics who where Kevlar clad and pumping air into her lungs. One young paramedic ran over to my lifeless carcass and started pumping air in to it. He felt my neck, and seemed to be displeased with what he was feeling. A single tear rolled down his face as the also loaded me onto the stretcher.
   Chapter 3
As my body started to roll way on the bed on wheels, my feet started to glide also in the same direction. Apparently I have to stay with my body…I guess? Twenty minutes later of me trying to dodge large commercial trucks on the terrifying highway at 110 miles an hour, I was in a white hospital room. I sat and surveyed the damage to my cold physic. My hair was flat and frizzed, my eyes where closed (by the doctor who had pronounced me dead five minutes ago), my stomach and been sutchered shut and my skin looked purple. I sat down in the corner. I felt tired. I leaned my head back against the wall. I started to let my mind take in what all had just happened. What was supposed to happen now? Where was I to go? Heaven? I didn't even dare to say the other word. Was I to stay with my body the rest of my life?
The door flew open. My daddy ran in and fell to his knees next to my low set gurney. He slowly pulled the sheet off my head and he let out a scream that instantly brought tears to my eyes. He crumbled. Just then my mother sprinted into the room. She looked around for a second and threw the sheet back.  She puked in the floor just barely missing my dad. My little sister and brother where kept outside by a large orderly, who I can assume thought that the sight was to graphic for  a 9 and 15 year old.
The doctor somberly walked in. Mr. and Mrs. Hoshi? Can you identify that this is your daughter? My father, now slumped into my shoulder nodded his head. The doctor understandably nodded and left the room. I didn't even recognize my parents. My father was chanting my name over and over and kissing my forehead through tears the size of my thumb. My mother was messaging my feet and staring into space, wide eyed and no emotion at all in her face.
"Ah these moments are always the biggest drag of my job". I span around hard enough to hurt my neck. A lanky boy in a black button down coat and a cigarette in his mouth was staring right at me. So confused I just stared at him threw tear filled eyes. He wandered over beside me and smiled. He whipped the tears from my eyes and snapped his fingers. Everything went black. All I could see was him. He stood leaning against the darkness and eyeing me up and down. I finally got the nerve up to ask , "who the hell are you"? He replied back just as fast with "My name is Renzo.
Well Renzo, who ARE YOU? Where am I? "Your dead my lovely. And I am your guide. I am to stick with you until you get further orders from big guns up stairs." What? You're here to guide me where? "To your final destination of course!" the apparition said with a smile. I felt sick. " I want to stay with my family!" You can not. Replied Renzo.  "So would you like to head off? " Head off where? I asked puzzled. "To Alternatum. Duh! Your not the brightest crayon in the bunch are you sweet pea?" "Its like the place of judgment where all souls go to find out where they are supposed to be for eternity and where they will meet up with there familys." Oh…okay… I said hesitantly.
To be continued
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