Chin Up, Darling

“Okay. How old is she?”
“Eighteen.”
“So she is in college. That’s good because I like---”
“She is in high school.”
“So I am going to pose as a teacher. That’s good I will be a figure of authority.”
“No. You will be a high school student.”
As the saying goes, ‘the air was knocked out of my lungs’. If I were still alive I would be hyperventilating right about now.
“High school student, me? John, I already went through high school. I even went to college. Going back to high school as a student, not a teacher, seems kind of like a joke. A very cruel joke.”
“Eliza! Shut up. You will go as a student. Why? You look like a teenager; you can’t pass off as a teacher.”
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My life is a complicated tale of woe.
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Author's Note:

This is story is about Eliza Rose, who has changed her las name to Rosenthal. She is dead, kind of. She has been a grim reaper for two years. She is sent to Falla Falla, Washington to investigate Claire Lee. She is eventually involved Claire's web-like life.
"How can a girl's life be so complicated?" -- Eliza Rosenthal

I know the summary doesn't give any hints as to what the story is about. Trust me, as the person you never met, when I say that the story is decent. It is not absolutely horrible nor exceptionally special. I had to make up a city because I can't name a real city and then give 100% inaccurate descriptions. This story is my version of a satire. Unfortunately, to those that hate vampires and werewolves, this story includes supernatural creatures. Super cliche, but with a twist, or at least my version of a twist.
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