[ WP ] : A recently deceased woman enters the afterlife only to find her seated at a desk with a clerk asking how her `` Experience with life was , not satisfactory , somewhat satisfactory or very satisfactory ? ''

*Where am I? * 
 I looked around the room and saw little green plants living upon small cabinets. The room was carpeted with a lovely ruby red and golden lines. The walls were painted white and made the room feel bright. 
 
 `` Ma'am, are you going to answer my question or not?'' A voice questioned in front of her. 
 
 A lady in a bright yellow suit sat at the desk, with a tall, red and poofy kind of hairstyle. She certainly fit inside the room well. 
 
 `` I have a deadline to finish here! How would you rate your time you had on Earth?'' She insisted. 
 
 `` Um, I guess it was unsatisfactory.'' I replied. 
 
 Suddenly, my mind started to fill with my memories as if I needed them for this purpose. I remembered the moment before I died. My family was crowded around me saying their last goodbyes. I had cancer. My daughter, Daisy, was crying as she held my hand. 
 
 `` Mom, I will miss you. Thank you for all of the good memories you gave me.'' She said in between her sobs. 
 
 I remember staring at her and thinking about how good she was as a person and every memory we had. The good and the bad. I just wanted to cry, but then bam. All there was was darkness. Then I landed here. 
 
 `` Are you sure that is correct?'' The clerk asked me. 
 
 `` Yes, I am sure. I had a terrible start to life and a terrible ending. I was abused in my childhood and then I die of cancer. How is that supposed to be satisfactory?'' I asked as I started to cry. 
 
 `` What about the time in between those points? Did n't you have any happy memories? You must have had some.'' The clerk asked. 
 
 I knew that I had some, but I could n't focus on those memories for some reason. I was still angry from getting cancer and being forced to handle a written death wish. I had left my family behind with no hope or anything, just anger and bitterness. 
 
 `` No, it was unsatisfactory. I'm sure of it.'' I replied, looking dead-straight at her eyes. 
 
 `` Fine, I'll put it down as that.'' She replied with no emotion. `` Now, someone will escort you back in line for another try at life.'' That last sentence she said with a smile. It was n't sincere at all. 
 
 Strong hands pulled at my arm, wanting me to leave. I allowed the motion to go through and followed him into a blank, white room with millions of people waiting in line. I started to wonder if my answer was true or not, maybe I'll find out in another life. 

