You are now in High School. You are very scare though, because you have always been one of the wimpiest kids in your school. Last year, you had your pants pulled down in gym class and everyone saw your "tighty whities". You cannot even begin to think about what could happen this year. You have always been picked on by other kids in school; but this year, there are some new kids in your school, and they are not into picking on wimps -- they are into killing and harassing them. They are bullies. You stick to the most crowded hallways and areas and try to be near a teacher at all times. You have one rule for yourself though, and that is: no matter how bad you have to go to the bathroom, you will never step foot into one of the school's bathrooms. A bathroom is bully heaven. Your first class of the day starts. You do not know it yet, but one of those new bullies is in your class, and he is keeping a close eye out for the wimps in his classes. He is plotting his terror behind your back. After the first class and as you are walking through the hallway to go to your next class, when all of the sudden that bully pulls down your shorts and pushes you extremely hard into the girl's restroom, causing you to fall face-first into a toilet. Everyone is laughing at you. But it is not over yet. These new kids are not just any regular school bullies. As you walk out of the girl's bathroom with your face wet and your "tighty whities once again exposed for all to see, embarrassed worse than ever, you pull your shorts back up. When the school day is finally over, you think that everything will be alright from here on, but your bullies are not done with you just yet. They follow you all of the away home, and just as you round the corner to your street, you are shoved onto the sidewalk on your back, and a whole entire jar of red ants are suddenly poured into you mouth. You choke. You cannot bite, spit, swallow, cough, or yell for help. After a few seconds, the ants sting and bite every single inch of your mouth and throat, causing massive amounts of swelling -- Causing asphyxiation. You die in just three minutes. -- THE END --
Cause(s) of Death: Bullies, harassment, red ants, asphyxiation, murder, embarrassment.
You and your family have scheduled a Trans-Atlantic cruise to New York to see your cousin Dylan's wedding. In just a few days, you would be sailing across the newest, largest ocean-liner ever built or made. The year... April 7, 1912. That is right -- 1912. You, at the current time, are at home "bored to death" as you tell your mother, and sit on your couch playing with a yo-yo -- one of the few items that you have in your house to play with. You are a single child, and with no brothers or sisters to play with, and your mother and father working full-time jobs, you are forced to sit at home with nothing to do everyday for hours until one of your parents gets home from work. Your Dad spends most of the day working at a barber shop; your mom, at a launderer, and sometimes -- as a lawyer. Your parents come home, you eat dinner, then the night, like almost always, ends the same; except for tonight, you have something to cheer you up a little. You sit and think to yourself how lucky you are to be able to take a cruise on the world's largest, most grandest of all cruise ships ever made, and how you would be running across it's long, long decks in just two more days. You end up falling asleep. When morning comes, you awaken to the sight of your clock, which reads Saturday, April 8, 1912 -- 10:00 a.m. You have slept in late most definitely. You slip on some day clothes, and meet your mother and father talking to each-other at the kitchen table. They greet you, and then tell you that you should start getting packed up soon. You knew what the plans were, and you knew just what your mother meant. She is a very stressed out woman, especially when she is at work as a defense lawyer in court. You really do not want to make her angry when she is stressed out, even if not from her work. The sailing date -- just a day and a half away. You were ready for it. The rest of your day, once again, ends with nothing but the usual, boring details. (Another day passes along almost in the same way). You awaken now, to the sound of your mother excitedly trying to get you out of bed. Your eyes -- still half shut, as you reach for your underwear and socks. But instead, your hands hits plain wood. Your Mom tells you that she had already packed all of your clothes for the trip, and that she had laid out all of your day-clothes on the foot of your bed for you. You look at your watch again, this time -- it shows the date that you have been anticipating for over a month -- 'Monday, April 10, 1912 -- Sailing day. You hop out of bed, put your day clothes on, and as fast as you know it, you are walking out the door into the cool spring-morning air. You notice a black taxi-cab that pulls up right next to you almost out of no-where. You and your parents put yours and their luggage into the cab's trunk, and then you and your parents hop into the taxi-cab. As soon as you know it, you are off -- off on a four month vacation to see -- not only just your cousin getting married -- but also, to see America. You and your family, unfortunately, have always been poor. But now, a growth of investment throughout London has gave your parents enough money to buy a First-Class ticket on the largest, most luxuriously beautiful ocean-liners ever made. By the time you are done thinking about how wonderful the voyage will be, your taxi-cab jolts to a stop, and drops you off at a train depot. Your parents unload all of the luggage from the trunk of the cab, as you run up to the train's operator and ask him questions about the train. It was the one topic that has always interested you deeply -- Technology! You loved it. The reason being mostly due to the fact that your family was poor, and that technology is rising every-day. The most technologically advanced piece of equipment that you have ever had in your house was a very cheap vacuum cleaner -- that never even really worked properly. You and your Mother and Father walk up to one of the small train's (many) back entrances. You are met with a very long line though. You look up and see the name of the train. The sign shows the words: 'White Star-Lines Express-Train'. In a few more minutes, you are sitting comfortably on the small passenger train. You watch your silver and white pocket watch that your Great-Grandfather had given to you -- this is literally the most valuable piece of equipment that you or your Mother and/or Father have ever owned -- as you watch the small pointer-hand click by each second -- while you count anxiously the time it takes for the train to reach it's destination. It takes (only) ten (full) minutes to get to the harbor -- in which where your cruise would be leaving from. You spend your time on the train in amazement at how fast that this ("new") passenger train is going/traveling, but two minutes later, your fascination in the train's speed and technology, switches to open-jawed amazement; as you gasp in wonder at the new sight that you see off to your right side. In fact, the "sight" that you see is so large, that you cannot even see the full "sight" from your train's window. Now, the time in Six O' Clock a.m. -- April 10, 1912. The train stops at intervals though, and since your location on the train was basically almost in the very back, you still have to wait around (up-to) five more minutes before you and your parents can leave or get off of the train. You are in complete amazement at the wonder outside your/the train's walls the entire time -- that is -- until you finally step out of the train, and onto South Hampton Pier. As you tilt your head up from the train's blueish floors, you at first see a gigantic and massive wall of black steel in front of you. Then, you start to tilt your head up just a little-bit more, and you see/notice huge white and partly/partially gold linings -- along with glimmering portholes -- (windows). -- Thousands of them. Then, you see the sight that really takes your breath away. Towards the front of the massive red, black, and white massive ship, is the large--white letters 'TITANIC'..... Yes. Oh Yes. It is exactly what you think it is. You are so excited by this point, that you almost scream (out-loud). The next minute, you are standing in a crowd of at least a thousand -- if not more -- people either saying goodbye to their loved-ones, friends, and family (members), and waiting to board the ship. You are then, ever-so slowly gathered into a line of people; in which is no wider than two average adults. You notice seagulls flying above, below, lying in the sea, on the ship its-self, (and) on the waves that lap up against the red--riveted steel bottom of the ships -- as they turn white. The air is now just a little-bit warmer than it was when you had woken up in the morning. The only thing that you were really focused on though, was -- of course -- the massive, new ship in front of you -- as you are only (just) seconds away from boarding it. Your Mother hand you and your Father your ticket(s) while you wait in line. You inspect every-single inch of the ticket. The ticket reads: 'TITANIC: Boarding Pass; Boarding time -- 6:00 a.m---Monday--April 10, 1912. (Ticket for First-Class admittance onto the new ocean-liner: 'The R.M.S. Titanic'. Southampton-to-New York. Arrival date: Wednesday--April 17, 1912. 5 Day (at least) trip. Titanic Maiden Voyage.' As you finish inspecting the boarding ticket onto the R.M.S. Titanic, you look up one last time -- to see four massive and gigantic brown and black funnels with smoke/(steam) rising up from the top of (just) two of them, as the cloud of smoke/steam seems to simply and merely just float off and disappear into the open;--blue skies. Then, the next second, you see black steel and iron cover over you head, and a nice flow of air flying over your hair. --You look in amazement, as huge and small chandeliers--(alike) covering almost every path-/passageway. You also see long, white and cream colored hallways, which are lit by golden-plated and dim lighted lamps along the walls. Excellent and brilliant decorations and paintings align the sides.
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