Clint sighed as he took a drink out of the bottle. Home alone and severely depressed, great combo. His brother Dylan was obsessed with guns and Clint had grabbed his SIG sauer P226 from his collection. On his bed the drunken 18 year old looked at the gun taking a big swig of whiskey mumbling to himself.
"You're nothing. You're nothing but a problem, Clint... I can't stand this." He looked up at the ceiling. "I can't do this anymore.. This'll end it. Save everyone the trouble. The world will be gone."
Oh what he didn't know..
He sat up his mind spinning from the whiskey. Making sure the gun was loaded he pressed it against his head. "Goodbye.. Everything.." He closed his eyes and slowly pulled the trigger so that the explosion was unplanned. Everything was black but he could still think.. What was going on?
Soon he was able to open his eyes and he stat up violently, looking around the room. "W-what the fuck?" He asked looking around the clean white room. "HEY!" yelling out into the empty echoing room was useless.
He stood and took inventory of himself, nothing was missing.. The doors were pushed open as a man around 5'3" with brown hair split down the center with a messy ponytail holding it together. He had a large scar stretching over his right eye, must've been from a fight or something, Clint thought.
The man walked over to Clint with a small smile, ready to get to know the new reaper, he held out his hand. Clint just looked at him. A few moments passed before Thomas dropped his hand coughing awkwardly.
"I'm Thomas, your new teacher. I understand you've recently committed suicide, and as a punishment from God you were awoken into an immortal body. You are a reaper. You are expected to be my student and learn how to reap the souls of the scum of the earth, while also attending an academy for such. You will do this until the day you retire. I'm 211 and I'm still a long way from retiring.. So get comfortable and let's get started, shall we?"
Clint was silent, looking him up and down. He had at least a few inches on him, being approximately 5'10". "Yyyyeah no. Screw off. I killed myself to get away from it all not to go back to school k?"
Thomas sighed and facepalmed, it was another one of these students. Well, time to get to work.
A/N: midnight_Briana100 : Hey so this is a book that we were like "k lets do it" and yeah this was just the starting chapter, more to come. It's supposed to be a little novella of these two, hope you all enjoy!
A/N: sarahthehill yeee. Enjoy dat crack cocaine.
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The Druggie & The French guy
HumorClint Bowen, an eighteen year old with an attitude and drug problem, finds himself in the reaper realm after blasting his brains onto a wall. Now with an immortal body and a will to die, he meets his teacher. Both realize they aren't as different as...
