A new day, in new town, with a new school. Mental groan.
Walking down an unfamiliar hallway once again flopping my dyed white hair over my face making my way towards my supposed first class, History. Lightly knocking on an old wooden door I step into the slightly stinky classroom I work up enough strength to form a small smile on my face as I hand the female teacher my A4 piece of paper with all my info on it.
"Class this is Riley Thomson, I hope you all treat her nicely" She speaks. LIES! All lies. That is not my name, my real name is Winter Time. I know Haha (sarcasm) it's Winter Time? But I go by fake names since I'm technically dead. My 'family' (close friends) give me fake names every time I move, so right now we are the Thomson's. In my 'family' there is Kim 'Mother', Johnny 'Father', Nick 'Big Brother' and Sunny 'Oldest Big Brother'. We are called Soul Reapers, we reap souls then they die. Rather than some other Reapers who do it more... painfully.
"Dear you can have the seat beside, Arthur over there, I'm Mrs Morgan by the way" She smiles and points at a tall boy at the back of the class, he had dark brown wavy hair covering half his forehead with bright gold eyes. I hesitantly walked over to the seat and slowly sat down with a small frown upon my face. I took out my note book and skipped a couple of pages and wrote the title.
"Hey" I heard a low grumble to my left. I moved my sapphire eyes to the left looking at Arthurs well defined face, before turning my whole face.
I cleared my throat before letting out a shaky "Hello". I turned my attention back to the bored and wrote down some notes that I thought would be useful. The teacher told us all to pack up and as I was about to stand when I was puled back down.
"Dude, watch it" I grumbled, I saw Arthur's big hand wrapped around my wrist.
"You better be carful, a nice girl like you will be hurt" Arthur tucked my side-fringe behind my left ear. "Beautiful" he whispered. He stood up and left the classroom leaving me.
Finally standing up I leave the class trying to squeeze through other students, who I must say have no respect for hygiene.
"Hey little sis" I heard behind me. I tuned around to see Sunny with a flock of girls behind him, like a legit flock! But I must admit Sunny is pretty good looking.
"These are my new friends, Marty and Scott" He introduces. I smile and look at the two boys stood in front of me.
"You didn't tell us your sis was good looking" One of them smirked, "I'm Scott" He held out his hand with a toothy grin, I stretched out my hand to shake his but before I could Marty butted in.
"I wouldn't do that unless you want an STD" Marty snickered. I smiled and someone walked into me.
"O-oh my" A small girl stuttered. "I'm so sorry" she cowered like she was terrified.
"Hey it's ok I wont hurt you" I whispered in a kind voice.
"Freak go away" Scott snapped. I gave him a glare and turned back to the girl I put a soft hand on her shoulder, she flinched but she must have realised I wasn't going to hurt her and relaxed a bit.
I picked up her stuff and brought her to an empty toilet,
"Are you ok? Sorry about Scott he seems like a dick" I rube my fore head.
"You don't know half of it" She chuckled coldly, I was a bit taken back at the harsh tone coming from the small frame in front of me. She must have saw my shocked face. "Scott has always been like that, I have no idea why I like him" she shrugged rubbing at her temples.
"You like that asshat, after what her just said?" I asked.
"you don't know half the crap I get from that guy, but yes I do" she looks at me innocently. "I'm Ava" she pulls her sleeves dome t hide her finger tips.
"Wi- RILEY!" I yell. Ava flinches slightly, I cough. "My name is Riley" I flash a smile. My pocket vibrates, I take it out and red the message.
10:46- Johnny-
Smith Street, Sam Thewlis Death to be for 10:58!
Shit I have 12 minuets! My eyes widen.
"Sorry Ava I have to go, I-I'll talk to you later... Eh bye" I run out the bathroom taking out my phone for a map. I find out where Smith Street is and had to my first Reaping in this new town.
