Grim Reaper's Daughter
_Chapter 1_
"CAWW! CAWW! CAWW!"
Yet another teasing remark is made....I made my way to my seat. New school. New people. Same old crappy desks. Same old bullying. It's not any different, I mean with a name like mine you're sure to get picked on. My mom says it makes me more distinguished as a person but she doesn't understand teenagers. When you have 'Raven Alyxxandria Jacyn Reaper' as a name, you might as well just accept the fact that you will get bullied; you will have wacked up friends, and you will have a wacked up past.
I sit in the back, that way I don't attract much attention. . . I don't really like the attention. I wouldn't call myself anti-social. I'm just. . .reserved. People don't need to know about me. I don't need to know about them. So I don't have many friends. . .especially at a new school.
"Raven!" the teacher practically shouted.
"Uh, It's Alyxx." I said, almost whispering.
"Well, Alex. Nice of you to finally join into our class. Are we interrupting your daydreaming session? If not, we would love to know who Catherine the Great was and when she reigned."
"Um, She was the Empress of Russia. She reigned fromJuly 9th, 1762 to November 17, 1796, right?"
"Oh. . .yeah that is right. Thank you."
It's always fun to be smart because then you can not only put the teacher in his or her place, you can daydream as much as you would like. Well that's when HE turned back. It was like firecrackers went off, in a small enclosed space. He just rammed into me like a bull runs into a red cape. He just kind of stared, then smiled and turned back around. I sat through the rest of World History in a daze.
I thought of nothing but how amazing it would be to be able to have friends at this school!. . . I mean other than the emo kids. Sometimes I wish I could just reinvent myself to be Emily! The girl who is friends with everyone, who has the cutest clothes and who has the cutest boys drooling over how beautiful she is. Also who has the perfect family, and who doesn't have the parents I do. Only, it isn't in the cards for me. I don't get the boys, clothes, the family or friends. That's okay I guess.
"The Russian's are-"Ms. Cackleburry was cut off by the bell.
The students jumped up from their seats, but "firecracker boy" made his way towards me.
"Hey! I just wanted to say, It's your first day as a new student and you're already showing us who's boss! By the way, my name is Andy. Andy Stator." He said gegariously.
"Uh yeah I kind of lived there for a couple weeks, in Russia, I mean."
"No way! That is so cool! Did you learn Russian!?" He said enthusiasticly
"Конечно, ясделал" I said in a pretty good Russian accent.
"Dude! What did you say?"
"Of course I did. . .Kind of hard to live there and not know Russian." I replied sarcastically.
"That's awesome! Well, I got to get to class! I'll see you later!"
Was there anything cuter than a boy, talking to me. . .about me?! I would love to be his friend. Or maybe I could be more than his friend. I smiled to myself. There is no use in getting close to him.With the father I have, it'll just end badly. It can be so frustrating being the Grim Reapers Daughter.
