"Margret Bogaerde," the girl introduced herself, sounding like she was taking him in carefully. She continued, "But I go by Maggie. The name Margret is a bit dull, y'know? And it doesn't matter whether or not I've had a good day, or a bad one. What matters is whether or not I'm still breathing in oxygen. Now that, my dear friend, is what makes a great day because death is quite inevitable. May I ask how your day has been so far? I don't recall ever seeing you in this school before."
Stephen grinned at the girl, considering her words. She was exactly right in all her observations. He chuckled and replied, "Death indeed is inevitable. Or it is an illusion. In that case, that would make it an inevitable illusion. My day has been pleasant. You are correct. I am new here. My parents and I just moved here from New York City. The weather here is much more plesant. As for my day, I've been exploring my new school. The people here are quite interesting."