An hour ago the hand life had dealt me sucked. Now, I can see the possibilities. My dad is most likely gone. He’d been researching my girlfriend like she was some sort of lab rat without even telling me. My girlfriend lied to me. A guy I didn’t really know but might have even liked, stabbed me in the back. Compared to the reaper and the demons and their sorcery, I think I prefer the latter. At least they’re honest. They wanted something from me, so they made me a proposition, told me the pros and cons—well, maybe just the cons—and are waiting to see what my choice will be. Do the choices suck? Well, I guess that depends on how you look at it. Right now, if I were still a walking, talking, breathing teenager, my life would be crap. But as a whatever I am right now, it’s not so bad. What I need is opportunity and, as I’m walking down the street two days later watching the Settlemen’s students as school finally lets out for the summer, I see that opportunity very clearly.
