Chapter Two

"A brave choice," I said, "but perhaps a stupid choice. Do you really think you're ready for this type of challenge?"

The girl nodded.

"Fine, then I shall give you a name."

"But I have a name," the girl interrupted.

"You are dead. You gave up that life when you killed yourself. You must give up your name."

"That's not fair!" she whined.

"Death isn't fair!" I yelled at her.

That shut her up.

"How your name will be chosen is you will have to be closely observed for three hours. You will be left in a room with no door or window that you can see. All that will be in the room is a pencil and paper. You will be writing whatever you want. We will observe you and read your writing. Now, let's begin."

 

The End

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