[ WP ] A story in which everybody knows how they 'll die , but not when

I stretched my arms and rolled my head around, feeling my neck crack. I'd been studying for a good three hours- one of the downsides to knowing you'd die comfortably in your sleep was needing to make sure you actually had a future. Of course, not all my friends were that lucky- My best friend, Kel, knew she was going to die in a car accident, and as such she decided to skip university and get down to some serious partying. I pointed out she could die in a car crash at 90 years old, but like most of us, it was hard not to make assumptions about your dying age based on your manner of death. I'd pointed it out to her last night, 
'Kel, are you sure you want to hit the clubs again? You have n't had a night off this week' 
'And I do n't plan on having a night off. God knows how long I have left, and if I have to go in a car accident I want to be as numb as possible' 
 I'd paused. 
'What if this car accident happens at 50? or 70? What are you going do, live with ten cats and cirrhosis for forty more years?' 
'I do n't have any cats' 
'You know what I mean' 
 Kel had sighed, flipping her hair from one shoulder to the other and faced me. 
'You know as well as I do the majority of car accidents happen in our age group. I'm not stupid, but I know I've got more chance now of it happening.' She was biting on a nail in between words, more shaken up than I'd ever seen her. 
'If... IF... I get past thirty, then I'll reassess, but for now I do n't want to think about it. Not everyone gets lucky you know' 
 I knew she was alluding to my death, my comfortable, likely to be natural causes death that I'd known since I was born. 
 
 Shaking my head, I walked over to the kitchen to get some food. All I had were cheap two minute noodles and a packet of baking soda. I did n't even buy baking soda. I shrugged and put the kettle on to boil as I picked up the unfamiliar noodle packet that had been on sale. 
'Shrimp flavour happy time' I muttered to myself. Sounds awful, but beggars could n't be choosers. 
 
 * * * 
 
 Kel was on her way home after another big night when she saw the queue of people outside her best friend's house. She saw an ambulance, with no sirens flashing and several police officers standing around, no urgency in their posture. Making her way to the nearest she explained she was friends with the girl on level 3 and the officer sadly shook his head at her. 
'We received an emergency call late last night from a young woman- seems that she had an anaphylactic reaction to some seafood. Unfortunately she went pretty fast- we found her in her bed.' The officer shook his head and sighed. 
'You'd think with knowing how we're all going to go death would n't surprise me anymore, but, geez, it gets to you when it's a young person' 
 Kel backed away from the officer and, still in her dress from the night before, started the slow walk home.
