[ WP ] As it turns out , one of your students is the child of Death , and he decides to come to a PTA meeting .

`` Excuse me, pardon me, excuse me... Let me through, yes, thank you, thank you...'' Mr. Anderson, the PTA's chairman, made his way through the crowd with an impressively tall stack of papers, folders, and books in his hands that nearly reached beyond his ridiculously average-looking head, as if reaching for the skies. His destination was the head of the auditorium -- specifically, the rostrum from which people spoke to the rest of the PTA. 
 
 The room was pretty large and spacious -- big enough to house 1,500 people ( usually students ). Lincoln Middle School was the pinnacle of prestige, as a school with a reputation for greatness and a tuition fee more outrageous than the bounties on all but the most notorious terrorists' heads. Students came from all over the state, and their parents paid heftily to see their kids admitted to such a school. Therefore, there was a strong connection between parents and teachers; and PTA meetings, while rare due to the nature of the school and people coming from afar, were n't nonexistent. 
 
 Setting his gargantuan pile of stuff down on a chair next to the podium, Mr. Anderson cleared his throat and spoke into the microphone, `` Welcome, welcome, everyone to the third annual PTA meeting for the 2016-2017 school year!!'' His voice boomed through the room and even past the auditorium's walls, where, unbeknownst to anyone at the PTA meeting, a new member was about to join their ranks... 
 
 His name was Larry. He jumped at the sound of Mr. Anderson's voice, dropping his scythe smack on the head of an innocent, little baby mouse running about, who instantaneously stopped in its tracks, and, surprisingly gracefully, came to rest. Over the next few minutes, all its muscles would tense up, and it would begin to rot. `` Shit!'' he muttered, while his head began running through all the possible characteristics ( both physical and non-physical ) the voice's owner could have ( though, he focused mostly on the more intimidating ones ). `` It looks like I'm late... I wonder if Melinda is here yet??'' 
 
 He scurried through the nearest door into the auditorium just as Mr. Anderson thanked the [ other ] new members for introducing themselves, and a gust of wind followed Larry, pervading into the room and lowering its temperature slightly. 
 
 `` Is there anyone else new, who would like to introduce themselves?'' 
 
 *'' Shit, shit, shit! This is exactly what I* ***didn't*** *want,'' * thought Larry. *'' Now everyone's going to see me and look at me and know who I am and make their judgments and, and, and...'' * 
 
 Pushing those thoughts aside, Larry piped up, `` Uhm, Hi! Yes, hello!'' Just as he had feared, everyone in the room turned to find the source of the squeaky little voice. When the half of the room closer to him realized who had spoken ( the black robes, scythe, and skeletal hands gave it away ), a murmur shook through the crowed like a cold chill down a spine, eventually reaching those who were not close enough to see him. The room continued to get colder. 
 
 One man fainted, while a woman could be heard saying, `` I had heard *rumors*, but to think they were *true*...'' Similar statements were being made across the room, only to be silenced by Mr. Anderson, who finally responded with a shockingly brave, if not a little nervous, `` Yes, and you are...?'' ( Mr. Anderson was trying to remain as calm and collected as he could in the face of Death... ) 
 
 `` Well, most of you probably know me as'Death,' but you can call me Larry... Funny story, actually, there's 13 of us -- There's Ajax, there's Mark, there's Bathilda, there's Lacey, there's Deshawn, there's Jonah, there's Fred, there's Destiny, there's Tiffany, there's Margaret, there's Beatrice, there's Shea, and there's me. I do n't know where mortals got the idea that there's only one of us. Believe me, the job is exhausting enough, one could even say it's killer...'' 
 
 A nervous and stifled chuckle made its way around the room. Had the joke been made by literally anyone other than Larry ( or the other 12 Deaths ), there would have been many facepalms, too. 
 
 ``... and I had to take time off and the Boss Man is n't happy... I mean, he pays well but I'm the first one of us to have a kid, and he did n't like the idea the first time around, but now not only do Melinda and I have Melvin but we also have Heidi, and so I'm trying to do something nice for Heidi for once, but it's hard, and oh -- Gods above -- there you are, Melinda, thank Heavens you made it on time...'' 
 
 Not unlike Moses parting the seas, Melinda came walking through the crowd -- And by Gods, she was a stunning woman. She was nothing like her bone-thin and stubby husband. Her aura breathed confidence and strength, she was taller than him, and some of the people in the crowd at the auditorium that night even recognized her from her short, pre-marital stint as a model on magazine covers. She embraced her husband, who was dripping wet with perspiration, his cloak soaked, and immediately all the warmth returned to the room. 
 
 `` Honey, everything's going to be alright. Do n't worry, the PTA are a great bunch! Heidi has a good reputation among her teachers, and Melvin an even better one before her. Just give the people here a chance, and when they see you like I see you, they'll know you as I know you, too.'' Her voice sounded as soothing as looking at her felt wonderful, and everyone in the room almost felt blessed as if by a godly or saintly presence. 
 
 *To be continued...?!?! *
