Grimm's Little Reaper

Chapter 9

Willow's POV

"What do you mean you didn't see it?!" I screamed in Death's face. He was cleaning up my apartment. Using his scythe, he slowly made everything go back to normal. 

"I didn't see who took it. What is so hard to understand about that?" He grumbled back. He waved his scythe around in mid air mumbling something under his breath. Everywhere he floated sent freezing waves of cold air and gave me goosebumps all down my arms.

My demolished apartment slowly became normal after about five minutes. The stuffing was back in the couch cushions, glass was back together in windows, and it kills me to say it, but the lost pepsi was in the trash can. 

It had been a couple days since the break in and for some reason Death was no where to be found. School was over and done with and I came home to find Death waiting for me.

"You're death. An all seeing entity! How the hell did you not see someone break into my apartment and take my calendar?!" I yelled throwing my fist into the near by wall. I felt the plaster curl beneath my fist and the substance crumble. He is lying and he knows I know he's lying and he still keeps whatever information it is out of my reach. 

And boy does that piss me off.

I looked at him and waited for a reply, an answer, just anything in response, but all he did was wave that stupid scythe over the hole and repaired it. I rolled my eyes and growled lowly.

"Fine, whatever, ignore me, I don't care anymore," I huffed, throwing my hands up in exasperation. Frustration emitted from my body in waves and I hoped he felt it.

"Willow, your calendar doesn't matter as long as you know the days you are going to see your parents. Just get another calendar," He sighed. That was the last thing he said then he disappeared, leaving the burning taste of leaves on my tongue.

"What good is that gonna do," I mumbled under my breathe. He still heard me. I don't care anymore.

How can he think it doesn't matter? Whoever stole my calendar has obviously been watching me closely. This person obviously waited until I was gone. So whoever wasn't at the party maybe? My brain churned and I felt the cog wheels crank as I tried to piece this entire thing together.

My cell phone rang from the side table in the living-room.  I answered it absentmindedly which really was a bad idea.

"Well, that party was a bust." Hazel's voice groaned in my ear.

"Yeah. Didn't last very long," I sighed feeling a little disappointed that it didn't last longer.

"Well, no need to fear. Seth is here. He's setting a date for another party in two weeks. Maybe we could go then and the cops not get called in the first hour and a half," She said with a mocking tone.

"I think I know who called the cops too," I said with a chuckle.

"Ooh. Do tell," I heard her getting an excited taste for revenge.

"Miss Popularity herself,"

"Oh my god. That cow! Don't worry, I got this. Rumor central is on it's way. No one likes her anyways. Let's just give them a reason to hate her guts," I hear the typing of her fingers on her phone as she sent out a mass text. I think I just ruined my first reputation. It tastes sweet.

"Happy to oblige," I giggled, " You didn't hear that from me." 

"Zip. My lips are sealed. No one will know I heard it from you anyways," She laughed. I could still hear her texting. I thought she was more shy than this. I guess I was wrong.