Grace The Reaper

Chapter 1

Chapter 1: Introducing Grace

July 05, 2010

"Okay. Next is... Sharmina Harper." Well there are 1 million plus left. But, I don't care. I didn't win the "National Reaper Contest" to give up this job. If I did such things, my father would kill me. Well yeah, ironic huh? I'm gonna be killed and fetched by the reaper itself. Well my father is the ruthless Reaper of all times. He has his trophies at our house. Well my whole family has. My brother, mother and father. I do too. Well I have like.. 1500 of them already? Well I'm a hundred thousand years old so yeah. That's still not enough. Well fyi, my father's Grim Reaper. Cool huh? Well not really. But he's a supporting dad so yeah.

"My my. This girl is so young to be dead. But it's her time so she needs to come with me."

As you enter the Harper's house, you'll hear their sobs, cries, and you'll hear people asking "why?" And i'm like. Why ask? It's her time! Move on dude! Everyone has to die bitch. Ugh.

As my eyes wandered for Sharmina, I saw a hairless girl in the corner looking at the families of Sharmina. I approached her. Well she can never see me so.. no effort wasted for me.

"Their sobs are so irritating right?" I said to the girl beside me.

"It's a sign of caring." I jumped as I hear her speak. "Wait.. C-Can you see me?" She looked at me and I saw the pain in her eyes. Wait.. Is this..

"You're Sharmina?" She nodded. Phew! Looks like it's easy. "You need to come wi--" I didn't had the chance to continue what I am saying because she interrupt me.

"Can I have a chance to live again? To hug them again?" I rolled my eyes. Ugh! Dramas are so gross! Yuck!

"Do I look like a life giver here girl? I'm a life taker. Boogieman is my cousin bitch! You should consider yourself lucky because I'm talking to you now. It's a privilage." Her eyebrows met.

"Can I have an extension?" She begged.

"Nope! So come on! They will forget about you in a week or two. I'm just doing my job here okay so come on! It's Goddygodgod's decision if you'll be reincarnate as a cockroach or a mice!" I said while my arms were crossed.

"You're bad!" She snorted.

"Hell right I am! Now come on! It's not good when I get pissed." This girl irritates me as well as her family. Ugh. I put my hands on her forehead and she disappeared. She's with God now. Asking her questions. Pssh.

Why do people cry when someone is gone? THAT'S LIFE DUDE! You get to live in this sick world. Where all of the people are bad, sinfull, liar and shit. You need to understand that eventually, you'll be gone! You'll be dead!

Like what the fuck are they crying for? TEARS CAN'T FUCKING BRING A DEAD PERSON TO LIFE. And to those who are asking for extensions, for last words, it's your fault for not living your life to the fullest. You only have one chance, one lifetime in this world and it is not given to you by Goddygodgod so you can waste it.

You guys should be fucking lucky because he gave you a life. Us reapers? We only have 10% of life unlike humans who has 100% of life. The advantage of being a reaper is you don't age. We're like vampires. But I don't like to be a human. I like being a reaper. It's who I am. It's who I'm meant to be and to do.

I took out my iPhone and saw that my dad texted me saying:
"Hey Grace my daughter. Do come later and have a dinner with us. Your mother wants to see you." As I scroll down, the text was followed by a selfie of him, mom, and George. I miss them but not really. Haha.

Wonderin' why I have an iPhone? Well I'm the reaper, it's my right to be updated duh!

By the way. These balloons that I'm holding, indicates my life percent. When I'm sick, 2 of 'em pops. When I'm tired, one pops. These balloons never leave my side. Every reaper has it's own indicator of life percent. I'm the only one who has the cutest indicator ugh. But I'm ranked the meanest girl reaper of the century. My dad has his scythe, my brother has his demon bracelet. And my mom has her boots.

And I'm the only reaper who looked so good that some people that I'm taking says that they're going to heaven because an angel is there to pick them up. And I'm like "In your dreams mothahfuckah." No angels here. Only Grace.
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