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Amelia closed her eyes and bowed her head slightly. "I am much obliged", she spoke with her typical soft voice. She eventually opened her eyes again. She then proceeded to pick up her bag from the ground. After searching for some seconds, she found her notebook. She wondered how many she has had in the past years. But mostly she wondered how many she will have. Being immortal meant forever, but what would happen to her if the humans happened to perish on this Earth? Would she roam the empty ruins, never being able to die? Or would she perish with them? She has never liked to think about this depressing subject. It wouldn't be useful either, because for now the humans were still a fast growing race. Amelia would like to die one day though. Living forever is such a tiring thing to do.
Amelia sighed and put down her notebook. Just a she tried to find a working pen in the abyss of her bag, she felt a tingling feeling in her chest. Not now! Come on! Yet she knew she had no choice. A big black book appeared before her, at the height of her chest, slowly dancing in the air in front of her. Some students close to where she was sitting, were surprised by the sudden appearance, but soon chose to ignore it. Amelia waved her hand in the air and the book opened itself on the last page. There she saw a red name. Name, age, location, cause and time of death. All of them were written in there, in a neat and small handwriting. "Four years old", she whispers without thinking. She closed her eyes sighing and stood up. "If you would excuse me." The Shinigami had barely said it or she disappeared without any sound or movement in the air. As if she had never even been there.