[ WP ] You are one of the offspring of Death , you attend an academy with other offspring to become the new Death .

`` You not son of Death,'' says this little woman in a pink dress at the gates. She is Korean, or, maybe Chinese. 
 
 Her voice is high and strained. She shrieks as she rips the letter, my invitation, out of my hand. This little woman in pink then proceeds to inspect the letter, reading it furiously, then, begins to slowly gasp again and again, then starts sobbing. 
 
 `` You John?'' says a new voice. Past the gates there is a house, a big red house, and the front door is the color black and it is partially open, but I ca n't see inside because there is nothing to see. Only darkness. 
 
 `` Uh, yeah,'' I reply, over the little women's sobs. 
 
 `` Then come on in, we're about to start.'' 
 
 It's been a weird day. The invitation, the package with the black robe, the scythe... I just want answers. 
 
 `` What about her,'' I ask. I refer to the little woman, who has begun to rip up and eat my paper invitation, black mascara running down her face in her tears. 
 
 The voice says, `` Oh, do n't worry about her. She's just a crybaby.'' 
 
 I go inside, where I find a bunch of other people who are a lot like me. They're ordinary. But apparently, we all have one thing in common. 
 
 `` Death fucked our Mothers,'' this guy, Ramone from Phoenix, says. 
 
 Then a big guy, this brute named Tyreese from Cleveland, says, `` The fuck you just say?'' 
 
 Caitlyn, this girl who works in IT in Washington, says `` Oh calm down, Jesus Christ.'' 
 
 We're all here now and I find out that our lineage is not a joke. It's real. Above us are floating red candles and paintings hanging from the walls with portraits of skeletons. 
 
 `` Some spooky Harry Potter bullshit,'' says Tyreese. 
 
 The furniture we sit on is old and uncomfortable, so more than a few of us are standing. The floor is wooden and it creaks. 
 
 A door opens inside the home, and a man appears. He introduces himself and I recognize his voice from earlier, the one who asked me to come in. 
 
 `` Oh, please, we'll be starting shortly now. Yes, do please take a seat, we may be here a while. If you wish to stand, of course, suit yourselves. Ah, ok, yes. To begin, you are all brothers and sisters. Ok? Ah, so, do n't fuck each other. That would be gross. Secondly, one of you is going to replace your Father. Can you guess who that is?'' 
 
 
 

