My life was normal until I found out I had cancer. I had just turned 13 when I was told the news. But it wasn't the kind that treatment could fix. I was destined to die, but I wasn't going to let that get to me. I asked my parents if I could go to my favourite town for the last few months of my short life. They agreed and so we moved from Australia to Burgess. The hospital didn't want me to leave because I was too sick to cope with the new environment. But I didn't care what anyone said, I was going to prove them wrong. And I did, for 4 years. After I had just turned 17, I went downhill very fast. I still didn't want any treatment so I spent my last days in hospital. Somehow, a boy would come into my room and talk to me. I was scared at first but he told me that he wasn't going to hurt me. His voice sounded so trusting, so that's what I did. I trusted him. He said that his name was Jack Frost, just like the spirit of winter, because he was that spirit.
I always liked winter and he made it snow in my room. I had never seen real snow and he made me happy. I told him I was going to die soon but Jack didn't believe me. He said I looked like a healthy and pretty 17 year old girl. The last time he saw me, I was coughing up blood and he saw the nurses and some doctors' rush into my room. They tried to comfort me but I was too sick. I was changing, but I was also dying. My heart stopped beating after 2 minutes and I saw Jack cry. I wasn't dead, but I was looking down at my body. My soul had detached itself from my body and I saw what I had become. I was wearing a black cloak and was holding a scythe.
I looked over to Jack but he didn't notice me. No one noticed me, but why. I walked out of my room and saw a little kid walking around. He saw me and I realized what I had to do. I was the new death. And I had souls to reap before there got too many for me to handle.