The Reaper's Heir

Haii guys :3 so my boyfriend wrote this. It's actually very good. So I thought I'd let y'all read it and give us some feed back? Thanks y'all!

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Chapter 1

Life. In my opinion, nothing is more pointless than this. A person goes through the hardships of life only to eventually die. Some actually progress in life, but most don't progress at all. Most actually hurt the ones they care about. But this is just my opinion. I've been told that I'm a pretty dark person, so this might explain my macabre outlook on life. Actually, thinking like this I exactly how everything began. That and a death. Who's death? Well, mine of course.

They day started like any other. I got up, took a shower, put my clothes on, put my shoes on and backpack, and was off to school. There was nobody to day goodbye too. My mom died in a car accident about a year ago when I was sixteen. My dad left long before that. I was too young to remember, so it's had to be more than ten years ago. Where he is, I don't know. My mom never spike much about him. Anytime I asked about him, I never got an answer. She always said, 'Not now Jackson,' or 'I'll tell you later.' She never did though. Eventually I stopped asking. No sense in asking a question you will never get answer too.

So after my mom died, I continued living in her house. It was already paid for. I just needed to get a job to pay the water, gas, and electric bills. That wasn't to hard. A part time job is all I needed to get enough money. That is why I am a house-keeper at a nearby hotel.

Anyways, I walk to school. I would have gotten my moms 1986 El Camino, but it was totaled in the accident. I guess that's the way the cookie crumbles. I didn't mind it though. In fact, I kinda liked walking. It kept me from being lazy. Bad weather was a different story.

Luckily, the sun was out and it felt great outside. Well, as great as it's going to get at seven in the morning. It should get nicer throughout the day though.

So I guess you could say, I live a quiet life. That's what I prefer though. No surprises. Makes the short life I have easier to comprehend.

It doesn't take long for me to walk to the school. I only live a few blocks away. Same with the hotel I work at. The short distances made my life easier. And in case you haven't noticed, the less complicated, the better. I wouldn't say it's because I'm lazy, I just liked keeping my life simple. It's what I was used too.

When I got to the school, I was greeted by my friends. I didn't have too many of those. I was one of the outcasts of the school. My skull shirts, chain wallet, biker boots, and leather jacket didn't fit in with those that wore designer clothing. I just kept to myself, every now and then I would associate with the other outcasts. They weren't like me though. They longed to fit in with the rest of the school. I wasn't going to try to be something I'm not.

After speaking with a few of the outcasts, we went our separate ways and I went into the library. While students waited for school to start they had one of two options. Wait in the cafeteria or wait in the library. I chose the ladder of the two for obvious reasons. It was quiet. At first I hated silence. But after my mom died I grew used to it. I began to enjoy it.

I walked into the library and sat at one if the tables closest to the back. I sat with my back to the wall, that way I could see the entrance to the library. This is one of the many odd things about me. I can't sit with my back to any windows, doors or anything that allowed someone to enter the room. It was just me being cautious I guess.

This is when I saw her. The moment she walked into the library she had my attention. She had bright red hair, so I doubt anyone could miss her. Our eyes met as she walked closer. Hazel, the prettiest hazel eyes I had ever seen. She continued walking closer and closer, eyes locked with mine the whole time. It looked like she was going to sit with me at the table. Or maybe I just wanted her to. Either way, she didn't. She ended up walking down one of the isles of books near my table, instantly removing her from my view.