Chapter eleven-Grim's house

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Monochrome princess POV-

Hearing the whispering of death. The name alive in the breeze, that'll be one of their last breaths.  Mr Matthews. James Mathews. He is going to die.

Tinge of death. Walking somewhere as my mind blanks, I'm in the storage room. No. No. I'm sick of finding dead bodies. Looking around. Seeing Mr Matthews clawing at a rope wrapped around his neck. The thread of his life snaps.

The over powering urge to scream leaves my lips, as I announce his death.

There's some teachers that appear and all look at me and then at Mr Matthews.

"I heared some struggling so I came in." I lie.

"Its okay." They say.

I then turn and see the grim reaper and I don't mean Grim. I mean his dad stood there clutching the soul, the soul that is clinging to his hands like a child. He then disappears. On the floor I see a note, picking it up.

The teachers guide me out. School was then cancelled for the rest of the day, not surprised. But the question that I can't stop thinking about is, was it suicide? Or was it murder? Why is it all my teachers are dying? Am I next? If I am I want to choke on a cookie or I want to suffocate in chocolate. A great way to go out.

Anyway.....

"Hey are you okay?" Grim asks, after all he is the only person who talks to me.

"Yes, just you know little bit shook." I answer leant against the wall in the parking lot waiting for my dad.

"You know we can always talk about this tonight, like come to mine for dinner. My mums cooking bacheof." He smiles.

"Sure, like what time and like where?" I ask.

"116 Grove street." He says abruptly,"at like half three." He waves to someone behind me.

Oh look its my sister Hayley,"Hey who's this?" She pushes me out of the way to talk to Grim.

"My... Frie....enemy." I correct myself, we get each other so our tolerability for one another is good so in that sense frenemies.

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