Reaper

Mr. Blackmane

"You're home a little late." my dad said from the living room as soon as I closed the front door.

"Yeah; I had to talk to one of my teachers about a project." I lied.

"What teacher?"

"Mr. Jackson,"

"What project?"

"Just a Biology project over cells,"

"Is it individual work, or with a partner?" He wasn't even looking at me.

"Either one; he let us choose."

"Which one are you doing?"

"I haven't decided yet,"

"Alright; just be sure to get it done on time."

"I will," I went upstairs to change into something more presentable so I wouldn't look too casual in front of Jasik's father. Why I cared about this, I didn't know. I just knew I wanted to make a good impression on him for some reason.

My problem right now wasn't looking good but not too good....it was finding something nice to wear. All I really had were T-shirts, jeans, and Converse in my closet; nothing much nicer than that. Though it seemed I had hope after all: I found the dress I wore to my mom's funeral three years ago. There were terrible memories attached to it and it looked a little too gothic, but it's all I had to wear.

My phone vibrated on my bed, and I opened it to see that my dad had texted me, saying he was going out for a bit. I replied with a simple "okay" and set the phone back down.

I stripped my school clothes off and pulled the black, ruffled dress on, pulled some old Tom's on, and tied my hair back into a ponytail, then proceeded to apply just a little bit of eyeliner. I sat on my bed and picked my phone up, scrolled through my contacts to find Jason's number, and started typing.

Me: Hey, moron.

He replied almost immediately, to my surprise.

J: Hey, bird girl with a color for a last name.

Me: Shut up, sushi boy.

J: Dude, that's racist.

Me: How?

He took a moment to reply.

J: For someone of your intellect, it surprises me that you don't recognize that.

J: I'm Japanese and you called me "sushi boy." Fit the obvious pieces together.

Me: You called me "bird girl."

He took a couple of minutes to reply, and during that time, I realized that it was starting to get dark.

J: Yeah; I called you "bird girl", but your name is Raven, so that's not racist. I'm Japanese and you called me "sushi boy" and you used it as an insult, so therefore it's racist in my eyes.

Me: Be insulted, then.

J: I am, and I will.

Me: Anyway.

J: No.

J: You insulted me.

J: You don't get to change the topic.

I was just about to respond when I heard a knock at the door. I stood up, left my phone on my bed, and checked myself in the mirror before heading downstairs.

I opened the door to reveal a tall man wearing a leather trench coat, a black dress shirt, black slacks, black Suede shoes, and a red tie. He was fairly young, had a very angular face, pewter grey eyes, pale skin, and black hair that was slicked back like Bela Lugosi in the original Dracula. My very blood ran cold at my proximity to him. It was similar to how the air around Jasik felt, but five times worse.