When I was a young boy, I had promised that by the age of 18, I would own a kickass car, get kickass grades, do a kickass science fair project, have a kickass girlfriend, kick someone's ass, and be kickass or else I would die a tragic death. I've been checking off goals since then. When it came to the day before my 18th birthday, I looked at my list and realized, I hadn't finished getting kickass grades! I considered kickass grades as straight A's. Luckily, the one class I had let to get an A in was English, and it was a test about all sorts of grammars. As long as I aced it, I would have straight A's. The next day, I still technically wasn't 18 (I was born late at night, around 11 o'clock) and I got my test back.
I had gotten 98%... 98% doesn't mean I aced it... I check which question I got wrong. "What is the correct word to use in the blank? "My favorite food is pasta ___!" I had chosen "too" and not "to", the correct answer. I fucked up. That was it. I'm going to die a tragic death. I can only wait until 11 o'clock (and some minutes).
I wait, and it gets to 11. I get up, not in control of my own body, more like watching a movie. I start rummaging around, trying to find something. I found it. It was my father's revolver. I put it up to my head. *BANG*. I died. The afterlife is hell. Literally. The devil has given me about 30 minutes to right this, to tell you all. To Never Break a Promise Too Yourself.