Max McAuliff woke up at 7:40 in the morning, on a sunny September Monday. To the highschool senior, it was another Monday, another start to the school week. In other words, average. It would be his last Monday alive.

He ate breakfast (Cheerios, milk, a cup of orange juice), took a shower, put on his school uniform, grabbed his backpack and bid farewell to his mom for the final time. The sun was shining, and Max breathed in the crisp autumn air, a smile on his face.

Max arrived at school in time for first period, where he spent the next hour halfheartedly following the droning cadence of the teacher talking about some civil war. The boy twirled his pencil and winked at Sarah, a black girl he had begun to date a month earlier. Sarah smiled back, and winked.

Second period was math, another subject Max viewed with bored disdain. He doodled in his textbook margins, and impatiently looked at the clock slowly tick past the minutes. Finally, the bell rang, and as if one single entity the class got up and began to mill about, lunch boxes in hand.

Sarah came over and took his hand. They raced to the washrooms, giggling. The young lovebirds found an empty toilet stall and closed the door, hurriedly undoing trouser zippers and skirts. Max's cock was already erect as Sarah pulled his pants down. She got to her knees and greedily swallowed his penis, sucking and licking his trembling shaft. He grabbed her head and pressed her against his crotch, gasping as his dick shot strings of jizz down her throat. She pulled back and wiped her lips with a piece of toilet paper, grinning with youthful enthusiasm. Next time, she said, We'll go all the way. Her fingers slipped into her panties and pulled them to the side, exposing her moist slit.

Max smiled, his face flushed, and opened his mouth to say something.

The world flashed, and his head disappeared. Sarah watched in pure uncomprehending shock as his torso sagged and slumped forward, presenting her with a view of his glistening neck cross section. It was only when his arterial blood, now freed from its pressurized container sprayed across her face that she began to scream. The half digested remains of his breakfast squirted forth from his quivering esophagus with a discordant gurgle. Sarah pushed the limp corpse off of her, shuddering in horror.

The teachers found her half naked and kneeling, cradling the headless corpse in her arms, covered in blood and vomit. She was still mumbling his name in shock when the police came to cordon the school off.
Twenty four hours later, and halfway across the world, Max's head popped back into existence, dropping into the lap of a Japanese businesswoman relaxing in her bath, still warm and flushed, seeping blood from the neck stump. His blue eyes stared up at the ceiling, blinking in shock, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to speak.

She screamed and jumped out, the pale freckled face sloshing in the bloody water. By the time the woman ran to the living room to call the police, Max had already slipped into unconsciousness, with no blood to supply his brain, he been only lucid long enough to notice something was horribly wrong before the world blacked out.