Reapers' Daughter

1: The News

Holy cow. How could this have happened to me? Two months after my little accident. I found out I'm pregnant. Now, it was shocking to me. Too shocking that I fainted in the doctor's office. It's was somewhat embarrassing. But that's not the point; the point was that I was pregnant. The doctor said it wasn't rape; he said I allowed it to happen. But the thing is, I don't remember ever sleeping with anyone. That's nothing something I do, definitely, not me. Not I didn't know I was pregnant because well I'm always gaining and losing weight. I assume that was it and maybe I should have noticed the symptoms. Such as dizziness, nausea, food craving and most importantly me missing my cycle for two months. Of course silly though it was normal. I guess not.

Now how was I suppose to tell my parents I magically got myself pregnant. They'll think it's the devil baby or that it's a curse. Or 'what did I do to get punished like this.' That's how they'll react.

I'm only 18; I'm barely a junior in high school. I started school late, was born in the wrong month. On December 7th. Can't you believe it? Anyways, I couldn't possibly raise a child on my own. What would the people think of me? They'll be whispering bad things. How did this happen to me? That dream I had. I thought of it so many times, but I won't believe it. A reaper isn't real. They're just make-believe. Fake. Fiction. But then again something tells me it's true.

"Hello! Cassidy!" I looked at my friend Kenny. He's like my best friend and my only friend. My only gay friend. His lovely tamed brown hair and brown eyes.

"What?" I sighed and set my juice down.

"Okay spill it," he said."Come on you can trust me. " True I can trust him.

"I'll tell you after school," I said. "Not safe here, theirs a lot of birds here," I said it a little loud so that the table in front of us could hear. The popular table. They'll spread rumors quicker than a pin hitting the floor.

"Fine, we'll go to your house then, your parents are there right?" I nodded. My parents adore Kenny. They may be religious, only in some areas. But they respect the whole being gay/lesbian. They think it's cute. Said they are more happy couples than, straight people. "Okay then."

So after school, we drove to my house. Kenny drove, I don't have a driving license nor a car. Hopefully, I will soon. When we arrived, I got out, and my neighbor dog started barking at me. It never yells at me, like ever. I walked up the steps and got my keys. Unlocking the door I went in, Kenny follows behind.

"Okay spill," Kenny said after I closed the door.

"Well, I went to the doctors," I said. "Without my parents knowing."

"Okay and?" Kenny followed me up to my room. "Oh gosh, your not sick are you. Because I wouldn't be able to bare it."

"Its worse than being sick," I said. "I would rather be sick."

"Oh for you to say that, it must be bad," Kenny sat on the bean bag chair and pulled out his laptop. "Well, spill it, spill it, ay it."

"I'm pregnant!" I yelled and flop on the bed.

When he didn't say anything, I looked at him. Then he squealed.

"Oh my god, I'm going to be an uncle!" He fans himself.

"Kenny it ain't something to be happy about," I said.

"Oh," he made a hand gesture, for me to keep talking.

"I don't know who the father is or how I got pregnant," I said. "And the doctor said I consented it."

"Oh my god, that is a severe problem," Kenny said. "We need to wait until the baby born. Maybe will know who he or she looks like."