My friends are so happy. Their kids are little terrors—but adorable! I love watching their lives unfold. Do I wish I walked among them? Yes. I’d be crazy not to. But I also wouldn’t give up my amazing afterlife. Dude. I’m, like, forever HAWT. Not that I know how hot I am. And the fact that I don’t know just makes me hotter.

When kids die before their time, they enter the holding zone, where they continue to age. Of course, everyone stops aging somewhere around thirty-three. I’m twenty-eight now and I’ve only gotten awesomer. My peers can’t get enough.

That’s right. This little Kitty Kat is playing the field and loving it. Hear me purr! Except...none of the guys up here compare to one I can’t seem to stop watching down there...and no, it’s not Frosty. The horror! He’s totally nuts for Milla, and that’s the way it should be. It’s—ugh, I can’t believe I’m admitting this, but...it’s River.

There. Now you know. The boy is a ten on my bow-chica-wow-wow scale. And you’ve heard the old saying, right? Two hawts can totally make a right.

Anyway. I’ll get to spend real time with River soon enough. I’ll get to spend time with all the slayers. You know they won’t live forever, right? You heard what Frosty once said: death is hereditary. An-e-way. I know my friends will be surprised to find out what, exactly, happens up here. Like, we seriously have our own war going on. I’ve had to learn to fight, and yeah, you guessed it, I’m pretty amazing at it. Probably the best ever. If probably is the new word for definitely. When you got it, you got it. No use denying it.

An-n-nd speaking of the war, I’m being summoned for a court appearance. Time for another battle (for me to win)!

Live as if today is your last day...because it just might be.

Love,

Kat

First Publication 2015

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