The Reaper Trials

Chapter 3: Ghosts and Demons.

She practically races out the door with a look of fear on her face. I follow behind slowly, knowing that it's just the two idiots fighting. Just as I suspected, Grimm sat on the floor pointing at Cecilia, who is floating towards the ceiling.

"I told you to leave me alone, Ghost!" Grimm yelled at Cecilia.

Cecilia ignored him and brushed her long brown hair out of her face. Even though she looked to be only 14, she was 17 now. At least she dressed like she was 17. Black jacket, purple cat shirt, ripped jeans, the usual teen wear. With the addition of a purple cast on her right arm and a ghostly glow.

In a panic, Mabel asks, "What was that? What crashed?"

"Grimm knocked over a table," Cecilia replies, floating towards Mabel.

Grimm stands and dusts off his grey shirt, "I only hit it because she scared me."

"Well, I wouldn't have scared you if you didn't try to kick me out," Cecilia retorts.

Grimm scoffs and exclaims, "I wouldn't have tried to kick you out if you didn't piss me off so often!"

I sigh and walk back down the hall, saying, "If you two are going to keep fighting them I'm going back into the room."

Mabel quickly follows, saying, "Wait for me."

Mabel follows me back into the room and starts sorting the notes in my textbooks. I sit in front of the large eccentric mirror that Grimm stuck in here and brush my hair. Slowly I pull all of my hair out of the shitty bun I put it in and brush it flat, well as flat as it can go. Slowly, the knots in my dirty blonde hair untangle. From the reflection I see Mabel close a textbook and grab another one.

She reaches over and grabs a strand of hair saying, "Your hairs so pretty Madd. It's so long too. Have you ever measured it?"

"No, I haven't. I've been thinking of cutting it though, and they'll probably measure it then."

"Okay," she mumbles, going back to looking through my textbooks. She sets it down and wanders to the back of the room. "Who are these people?" I swivel around in the chair. Mabel holds out an old picture of me and my siblings.

I stand up and carefully take it. "That's my family."

"Really? There are so many people?" I smile and set the picture back onto its shelf. "Who are they?"

"Well, they were my siblings. Most are half-siblings and one is a bio sib. My parents divorced way before I was born, remarried, divorced again and eventually got back together. I am the youngest of 8." I explain.

She stares at the photo for a bit longer before asking, "How come there are 10 kids here though?"

"Two of them are step-sisters. They're probably my favorite siblings, but I haven't heard from them in a few years."

"Oh." Let's change this subject before it gets too sad.

I wander to the desk and ask, "So, Mari said you guys set up another date for me?"

Mabel clasps her hands together, "Oh yeah! Mari found this really sweet guy in her physics class and set up a date for you. It's tomorrow night at 6 at Olive Garden."

"Gross, does that mean I have to dress up? You know how I feel about dressing up. And makeup."

She laughs and says, "Don't worry. I help you get ready after school tomorrow and tell you more-" She looks up at the clock- "But, until then I gotta go."

She starts gathering her things, and I ask, " Got plans?" I follow her out into the living room.

"Mari went on a little date earlier, so I gotta go see how that went."

I open the door for her. "Have fun. Be safe."

She smiles and says, "Totally. Be safe." before leaving.