My Angel (COMPLETE)

Chapter 5- the incident

What I really wanted to write for the chapter title: oh my fucking God that was intense

Italics- thoughts/ flashbacks/ dreams

Bold- author talking

Underline- narrator talking, known as the main character

Normal- normal story

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It's been a week since the last mishap.

My life felt normal again. I finished the last 3 assignments, and the model thing.

I celebrated new year's with Athena. And we went shopping.

I now have 50 pictures of the grim reaper. The only reminder that none of those encounters were a dream is my home screen that keeps changing. I'm too scared to bring it somewhere to fix it, they'll think I'm a weirdo.

One of the pictures is of him sitting next to me on the couch like a selfie type of thing. I don't remember him taking a selfie before he terrorized me.

He was facing the invisible camera while man-spreading. One arm on his lap and the other holding up the invisible camera. He had big ol' boots on and leather pants and a black shirt covered by his soft black cloak.

I was sitting with my legs criss crossed around the giant bowl of popcorn. I still had my mismatched clothes on and my hair in a messy bun. I was watching TV.

Maybe I was too busy panicking to notice the picture.

Oh and the best part? I can see a barely visible fanged smile under his abyss-y hood. Like an angry jaguar but it wasn't angry...

...But happy.

Who knew the famous angel of death loves selfies and crashing depressing single person parties made him happy?

There was also another picture of him with his hand like a saluting but the peace sign. There was the biggest fire behind him with red clay dirt walls behind the fire. It has 'happy new year my crippled venomous butterfly' written on the picture like he actually wrote on the digital picture. Weird names.

"Whatcha thinking about?"

I look next to me and see Athena. Well of course I see her, we're in class together.

"Just what to write for a story." I don't lie to her normally but I don't know if I can tell her the angel of death wants me. This would make a great story though.

"Well can you help me instead of daydreaming about your characters again."

"What do you need help with?"

"3, 7, 8, 9 and 20 and everything in between."

I just gave her my paper. It's easier than listing all the answers.

"What are you doing later?" She asked me, giving back my paper.

"Maybe I'll go to work for once."

"I'm surprised you still have a job."

"Me too, how about you?"

"I saw this cute register guy at the store. I want to talk to him."

"Just don't scare him."

"Of course not."

I smile and pay attention to class again.

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I walk into the pottery shop, past the customers and into the back.

I see my boss sitting at her desk doing paperwork work. "Ello, Sarah."