Reaper

Ch.1

Once again the groups of kids walking out of my school, Windland high school, stare and clear a path for me. I look down at my black converse and black jeans and I groan. I'm wearing all black and grey again. I'm not really helping myself am I? I continue down the stairs and down the street to my house. My mom has left the door unlocked again, indicating she had to go back to work. I go inside, lock the door, and go into the kitchen to eat some chips. THUMP! I jump from the sudden noise, then laugh.

"Did you fall again Jeb?" I yell.

"Yea." Jeb yells back

Jeb is my stepdad, well more like my real dad. My biological dad left the day after I was born and we haven't seen him since. Jeb is cool with me, he's nothing like how people usually describe step-parents.

"Do you want your usual?" I ask.

"Please!"

I open the fridge and grab two beers for Jeb and myself. THUMP!

"Quit falling!" I yell as I walk upstairs. Jeb kicks open his room door and I make my way in, finding Jeb trying to hang a flat screen to the wall. His brown hair is no longer grown. It's buzzed.

"Here." I say, holding out a beer. He takes it and turns back halfway, but looks back at me, his green eyes a darker shade than yesterday.

"You're going to drink that?" He asks.

"Yea." I say as if it's an obvious answer.

He shrugs, opening the can and drinks it. I do the same and sit on the bed.

"So, uh...mom went back to work?"

"Yep."

I take a sip of my beer and stare at the wall.

"Are you going to help me or do your homework?" He asks.

I blink and look at him.

"Do my homework..."

"Ok. Give me the beer. I don't want you spilling it on it."

"Fine." I put it in his outstretched hand and he puts it to the side.
I walk to my room and throw my stuff onto the bed along with myself and I start doing my math homework.
I finish about half the page without thinking, then I get to a hard question. I breathe deeply and put my homework up. Ill just get a kid to do it for me. I finish the rest of my homework and walk back into my mom and Jeb's' room so I can drink the rest of my beer.

"I'm done." I say

"I am too. Nice, huh?" He looks at the flat screen and rests his hands on his hips.

"Nice," I laugh,"Can I have my beer now?"

"Yea, go ahead. But I need to go see your grandma. Your mom's birthday is coming up really soon and apparently she wants to throw your mom a surprise party."

"Alright. I'll finish this real quick and we'll go." I start chugging my beer.

"I'm gonna get out of my work clothes then." Jeb walks into his bathroom and closes the door behind him.

As I finish the beer, I walk downstairs and throw it away. I make sure I have my charger for my phone then wait at the door. After a few minutes, he comes downstairs wearing a blue t-shirt and jeans.

"Let's go." He says, so I open the door and walk to the garage.

Jeb unlocks the car and we get in.

~At the grandma's house~

"Mijo!" My grandma says in her thick accent, a smile on her face. She hugs me tightly so I hug her back.

"Hi, grandma. How are you?"

"I'm good. Thank you," She turns to Jeb," Hello Jeb." She hugs him too, "Sientate, por favor."

We do as she says and take a seat at the kitchen table.

"So what exactly do you have in mind?" Jeb asks.

"Well, her party would be here and her my other kids would come too. But I want her theme to be pink cheetah. Y...y..uh and I want you both to buy a cake and help make invitations."

"That sure does sound like a good idea. But how would we get her here?" I ask and lean back in my chair.

~later~

I crash onto my bed and sigh. My grandma loves to talk so we were there for a good four hours. I pull my shirt off and lay down on my bed, closing my eyes and falling asleep almost immediately.

"Open you're eyes my son." Someone says in a raspy voice.

I try to look around, but it's pitch black.

"Who's there?" I ask.

"It's me.. Your father."

As he says 'father', I laugh.

"Father?," What a weird dream, "Ok, well where did you come from?"

"What do you mean?"

"You're my Dad? What is that supposed to mean?"

"It means what I said. You're my son."

"Sure, whatever." I chuckle then stop to think. "If you're my Dad, then explain to me why you left." Even if this is a dream, I'm interested in the answer I'll get.

"I didn't want to."

"That's not what I asked."

I hear a sigh. "I just couldn't stay. I can explain in person."

I ball my fists but resist getting angry. "In person?"

"I'm going to you. To prepare you for the life you're going to live. I'm coming to get you soon, Sin."

Prepare me? This dream just keeps getting more weird. 

"For what reason?"

"You are not a human."

I laugh. "Ok. I'm going to wake up now...Dad."

The ground rumbles from beneath me as if it's breaking.

"Don't wake up Sin! Don't.."

My eyes open and I look around my room. There's no sunlight, indicating that it's still early. I take my phone out and the light blinds me for a second. My eyes adjust and the numbers 3:32 show. I groan and bury my face in my pillow. I go back to sleep, but I wake up again at 4:47 so I decide to take a shower. Once I turn on the hot water and step under it, I lose my drowsiness. I stare at the mark that's on my arm. I looks like a messed up skull. I've asked my mom multiple times about it, but she always changes the subject. I just decided to let it go and agree that it was a weirs birth name.
I shake my head and finish my shower. When I step out, I walk to my mirror, wiping away the condensation so I can see myself. The first thing I see are the bags under my redish brown eyes. I quickly move my eyes to my now wet and curly hair. I sigh and look away, no longer able to look at the face that looks so much like the man that ruined my life.
I dry myself and my shaggy hair. When I put up my towel, I get dressed in black jeans, black converse, a black muscle shirt, and a red hoodie. By now it's almost 5:10, so I grab my back pack and go downstairs.

"I'm leaving!" I yell so my mom and Jeb know to get up.

I walk outside and close the door. It's supposedly a hot, windy day, but to me it's just cold because I'm always cold.
Kids are making their way to school and I join them, but of course they clear a path. I hurry into the school and go to the gym then the workout room. Our gym has punching bags and wrestling mats along with the usual machines, but I decided to use the punching bags today. Taking my jacket off and putting gloves on, I begin to punch a bag.