This is a bad idea. I shouldn't be going to this party. It's too bad I don't have a choice. Mum wants me to be more social and not just hang out with Liella so much. Now don't get my Mum wrong. Liella is amazing and Mum knows it. She just wants me to stop isolating myself in my room and reading Wattpad. She says it's not good how pale I'm getting. If only she knew it wasn't from under exposure to the sun.
"Aspen! I asked you a damn question!" Liella yelled not taking her eyes off the dimly lit road. She wouldn't risk her precious MINI Cooper.
"Oh sorry. What did you need?" I apologize, pretending to fix my hair in the mirror.
"Oh cut the shit. We both know you aren't actually listening so just tell me what's on your mind already." She snaps. Well at least she's being nice about it.
"Just wondering if I'm gonna end up killing anyone tonight. You know how much I hate overcrowded parties." It wasn't a complete lie though. I technically told her the truth.
Tonight is my third anniversary of becoming a Reaper. You know, like the Grim Reaper from the stories? But not exactly because those stories are twisted by little shits that don't know the difference between a guider and Death. Damn fools. Literally, the only similarity is that we both have scythes. And Death only has his because "it fits his aesthetic." He's spends too much time around high school students. Anyways, Death is just another deity like Life and Mother Nature. Since there are so many religions, there are a bunch of deities. The job of a Reaper is to guide the souls of those who have finished their time on Earth to the "heaven" or "afterlife" they belong to.
The reason I have to avoid everyone tonight is because every time at 7:07 on the seventh of July (which is today), a surge goes throughout me and anyone in a 30 feet radius of me dies. I'm guessing that's the time I died. It's 6:30 now and I have no idea why we're going so early. If we could've gone at eight, I would've just hidden out until the surge was over at the house behind my Mums. It's abandoned.
"Well if you do end up killing anyone, let me know so I can help." She says, turning a corner.
"Of course my best friend would assist in murder. She would never miss out on such a chance." I reply sarcastically. She nods meaningfully. And she took that seriously. Great.
"Anyway, who's party is this? You never told me." I question wondering if there's anyone I wouldn't mind killing here tonight.
"I don't know. Some cute girl walked up to me at lunch yesterday, placed an invitation in my hand, then scurried off. Like shit! I don't think I'm that scary!" She yells again. I roll my eyes, suppressing a chuckle.
How many times must I tell her?
"Honey, since when were you not scary? You and your dad are masters at Jiu-Jitsu, Krav Maga, and Akido! You guys are freakin living, walking warriors! Plus you do have a resting bitch face." I add snickering.
She smacked my arm playfully, which always hurts, and spoke through gritted teeth, "But you love me right?"
My heart melts slightly at her insecurities and I place a hand over my heart dramatically. "But off course I do sweetheart! You and Mum are the only ones females in my life!"
She laughs at the way I say it with my Australian accent.
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Liella pulls into a driveway and I'm already begging her to turn around.
"Please Liella! Can we just go get ice cream and tell Mum we went to the party? I'll pay! Just please don't make me goooo!" I whine.
"Stop being a pussy. Let's go party! I'm ready to eat all the snacks! Also, since you offered, you're still buying me ice cream. " She yells over the music and starts applying eyeliner. We're already parked outside the house the party is taking place at and the car is now vibrating like a phone. Now my only question is, how the fuck is she putting eyeliner on so perfectly even though it feels like an earthquake is taking place?! Plus the fact that she usually can't put eyeliner on to save her life?
As I'm lost in me existential crisis, Liella finishes and drags me out of the car like a rag doll. "Come on slow poke! I'm cleaning out their pantry!" Then she runs inside leaving me to my self. Sigh. If only I had her car keys.
Begrudgingly, I pull myself into this cursed house, nearly tripping on my way in when the beat dropped.
This is going to be a long night.
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The Reaper
FantasyI used to be a normal guy. Just your run of the mill blonde hair blue eyed high school crush. Come on, we've all had one of those before. And everything was good and dandy for everyone else, but I felt like I was missing something. Something more...
