My Boyfriend Is a Soul Reaper

Chapter1

We drove back home in his 2010 BMW as I saw all the people mingling that wasn't for me though, I was complete. Three steps I saw the girls and boys do:

#1: Talk about them with their friends

#2: Walk towards them with some really weird flirty face

#3: Without even knowing each other they'd just start hugging each other

I just turned around to see Michael's face looking at me as if something was wrong. And I could tell there was something wrong, since we had to leave the get together early. If there was one thing I would change about Mike it would be his recent mood swings at some point it actually started to make him irritate me..

As a child I didn't have the best life, I started getting into gangs when I was 12 and stealing at 13. At 14 I went to juvenile prison for a year for stealing a $5,000 watch. Then I went to CEP for 6 months; afterwards I ended up in Houston High. Me joining this school was life changing thanks to Mike. That actually makes me feel kind of proud of all the things I did in the past.

Chapter 2

The next morning he pulled up at my driveway as always picking me up for school. Even if we were in an argument he'd always pick me up. Today it was weird though, he was, late.

As I met him at the door I hugged him he didn't have to tell me when something was wrong. I knew him, if we'd hug when something was wrong I could feel him stiffen against me.

"What's wrong?" I finally forced my self to blurt out.

"About what?" he said with an unusual scared-like face.

"You can't lie to me and you know it", I said with a serious expression on my face.

"Forget it lets go," he said madly as he shut the car door behind me as I buckled my seatbelt. The trip was silent and full of awkward moments where I would find myself trying to hold his hand and him backing his hand using the excuse of putting his hand on the steering wheel I could tell he had a tight grip because his knuckles were snow white.

We got to school right in time for "breakfast". I sat in the usual table of 6 with Maria, Cole, Nick, and Heather. They were basically my only friends.

Most of the kids didn't like me because they thought I was "mean", which I am totally not, I just speak the truth and do what my instincts tell me to do. People can't blame me for being natural. I didn't care what they thought anyways because 'they' were the cheerleaders.

Do they honestly think I care?

Cheerleaders would be the last people on earth to be able to judge me. People consider me gothic or a freak, I consider my self different. Because their point of view of "normal" or "natural" is FAKE.

My past relation ships were definitely not the best. And I won't lie because some people say well it wasn't the worst but mine were! I've only had 3 boyfriends in my life and they were all caught cheating on me but I actually don't care at all anymore because that little quote is true, what doesn't kill you makes you stronger.

After school, we drove to my house and said our goodbyes.

No hug or anything.

Chapter 3

We drove to school a few days later what I saw shocked me just as well as all the other students.

The principal in a gurney. All the paramedics were in a rush but then I saw a polite-looking police officer then I asked, "What's going on?"