His Name Was Peter: A Short Story

Isabel blankly stared at the brunette teenager in front of her. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Not one bit of his bullshit. Only a minute ago she was alive and now she is staring at a nerdy looking brunette boy hiding behind his glasses, claiming to be a death reaper. "I am being punk'd aren't I; will Ashton Kutcher jump out of nowhere and say I am on a prank show?"

The boy gave her a puzzled expression. She just began to laugh, but her laugh lacked humor. It was dry like sandpaper. "Let me guess your last name is Pan."

Peter grimaced at her snide comment. "No, it's not.This is not a joke either."

His words were completely ignored by her sandpaper like laugh.

"Wait. Are you going to fly me to Neverland with Tinkerbell." She joked. "Can I become a lost boy."

"I hate you."

"Why I'm lovely."