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Most of you must be wondering how I- William T. Spears- am so calm when it comes to tolerating my foolish co-worker, Grell Sutcliff. Well I am here to clear things up… But I suppose I should tell the whole story, of when Grell and I first met…
Yes I suppose that will be the easiest way, correct?
So let me start from the beginning, Grell and I were both new reapers- younger than we are now. No, not even teenagers quite yet… In the horrors that even I wasn't able to bear…
Reaper's Middle School.
Yes, I was once unable to handle something as simple as school. In fact, I was terrified of it! Though, that doesn't matter now, it's done with today, and I wouldn't ask to go through it again either!
Hmm, I'm getting a bit carried away- aren't I? I suppose my story shall begin now, thank you for being patient with me. It isn't like you've got a choice.
Our story starts on a bright and sunny day, around the end of the month of August. The morning sun was blazing down on the pavement out front of the dreadful building I'd seen a million times the year before.
The 'Scythes and Glasses Reapers' Middle School,' was not the most pleasant school to go to.
I myself couldn't help but be dreadfully nervous as I slowly passed through the drop-off lot towards the school's large glass front doors. Stepping through the left door, which was propped open with a large textbook with the cover title 'Children and How NOT To Care for them.'
"What a ridiculous title," I found myself muttering to myself, wondering how many dumbbells had improperly cared for a baby at some point in their lives. Of course, there were several strange titles in the stack of books I had to purchase for school. I'd done school shopping on my own- because, well, my adoptive family didn't give a damn about my education.
I brushed back one of the longer, unruly pieces of hair that fell teasingly in front of my eyes, bothering me to the point where I couldn't stand it anymore. I adjusted my glasses with a single finger, the weak frames almost bending if I pressured them too much.
I tugged on the sleeves of my uniform, which was given to me by the school. It wasn't like I had to wear a uniform, but I'd chosen to- so I wasn't going to let it be messy. Besides, my adoptive family wasn't really the richest, and also could care less if I'd come in rags.
A loose uniform was better than rags, I'd learned that last year.
I don't think anyone would care though; Middle Schoolers don't get that luxury. In Middle School you're almost nothing, you're not dumb enough to be put into Elementary, yet you're not smart enough to be put in High School.
And so you're stuck in Middle School. It's just the school for unimportant reaper children while they're learning about absolutely nothing important for working on the fields. Even the name doesn't make sense! Elementary school isn't called 'Beginning School' and High School isn't called 'End School.'
So where the hell did the Middle come from?
Sadly this was the nonsense on my mind that was taking up all my attention, I didn't even care for the fact I'd be stuck with a page after page of homework soon, I just didn't want to be in that hellhole to begin with.
Stepping into the line that trailed back to the door I'd just entered, I stood on my toes, straining my neck to look over all the heads in front of me- trying to see the person who was passing out schedules this year.
The year before in seventh grade, I'd been deceived by a kind looking man, with a smile on his face, who I'd later hated more than anyone in the world. I didn't recognize the lady who was sitting in the swivel chair at the computer, but as I got closer I was able to see more.
She looked nice, but I knew she probably wasn't.
However the newest seventh grader in front of me in the line, a brunette haired little girl, looked completely relieved and unaware of the hell she was going to be put into. I remember, I felt sorry for her.
I let my eyes wander over to the others in the line, to see which reapers from the year before were there again for eighth grade. I recognized almost everyone as an eighth grader, and each one of them were doing the same as me.
They were praying for the year to go fast.
I glanced back up at the desk lady, who was patiently listening to a seventh grade redhead as he tried to stutter out his name and grade to her. Shuffling his feet and avoiding the gaze of her kind blue eyes. She looked quite nice, with a smile and, I admit, pretty blonde hair, wearing a brightly colored dress of red and orange with painted red nails, and some makeup to match it all.
She looked nice, yes, but just like the school, I knew she was deceiving.
As an eighth grader I wasn't going to be fooled like I had been the year before, I knew how everyone acted and I wasn't going to fall for their clever disguises.
I heard the lady at the desk giving directions to the student in front of me and realized that the line had passed quickly, and I was next.
"-…Then you'll take a turn right and you'll see a red door on the left, that's your Math Class, the door next door to it is Social Studies…" She explained pointing down the hall to the seventh grade advance math class room.
"Ah… So he has Mr. Fret…" I murmured to myself, knowing that meant he was probably very smart- seeing how even I hadn't been able to keep up with Mr. Fret's teachings, and just barely passed.
I stepped up to the desk as the kid scurried off, and looked to the lady- straight in the eyes, remaining calm. With a flat tone, I opened my mouth to speak, "Spears, William. I'm in eighth grade."
"Right," she skimmed through the papers until she was filing through the S section, looking for my surname. Finally finding it and shoving it towards me so that I could head to class.
"Thank you miss," I said, keeping my tone as I stepped aside to read my schedule, noting that her eyes were the brightest blue I'd ever seen. She couldn't possibly be a reaper, her eyes weren't green, and she had a lack of glasses.
I gave a sigh and glanced down at the paper; eyes almost bugging out of my head when I saw that there were now going to have an eight hour school day, compared to the previous six hour day.
While disappointed over this, I still knew I was required to go to classes, not that I was signed up and here. So I scanned my schedule for my classes, so I could memorize them.
The days were split into four, so that we could have a variety of classes in such a 'short' day. In my opinion, it only made things harder.
Despite that, my schedule wasn't too bad. For first quarter at least it read:
"A" Days: Health, History, Physical Education, Science, Home Economics, Lunch, French Class, English, and Math.
"B" Days: Health, History, Art of the Ages, Science, Technology, Lunch, Study Hall, English, and once again, Math.
They were easy enough classes to start the year with, so at least I was lucky enough to get that. Though, health class was a bit different- seeing it on first period would be disgusting. Who wants to wake up learning about the functions of the reaper's body? I most definitely didn't want to.
"Oh look! We have the same classes together!"
The voice almost made me jump out of my skin, whoever just crowed in my ear had no care at all of if I died on the spot. The voice was vaguely familiar however…
I whipped around to face them, preparing to yell or attack them, then I stopped when red was all I saw… Oh wait- that was just him, which made it hard to hold back the groan that escaped my lips, "Grell…"
The blood-red hair, the clothes, yes… They were something I'd grown to hate in seventh grade. His flamboyant phase was all that year, and luckily, he'd cut that obnoxiously long hair he'd had. And now he no longer looked like a woman.
Now if only his clothes didn't make my eyes ache…
However, besides his fashion choices, his clinginess was also ridiculous, making me hate him even more throughout the year. Seeing how I was stalked from class to class and even to the bathroom, complaining to teachers daily.
Of course, with what he'd just said, the teachers had gotten a sicker sense of humor. Sticking me in classes with Grell!
I clenched my fists, "how many times have I told you to stay away from me?" I snapped at him, meeting his eyes with my worst glare.
"None this year Willy," he chimed smartly, giving me a grin with teeth sharp as knifes weaving through each other like a pointy puzzle.
"And last year didn't leave the impression on you?" I hissed. Honestly, was he stupid?
"Hmm, I don't think so, Willy," he smiled, "I'm too used to following you around!"
"Just go to class!" I snapped, turning away to leave, "you don't need to be late on the first day!"
"But we're going to the same place, Willy!" He whined in an annoying tone, running up in front of me and crossing his arms.
"Whatever…"? I muttered, shifting my supplies into one hand and beginning to walk with Grell following behind like a lost puppy, swaying his hips to show off non-existent womanly features. Now I'd have to deal with him too…
Now I knew I'd get suspended this year, and not because I was being negative towards the teachers, or refusing to do my math work… Or because I stormed out of the lunch room, or destroyed a textbook in science…
It wouldn't be because I flipped out on a teacher, or scared a student to death telling him what I've witnessed in the school.
I would get suspended because of him, all because of Grell- my annoying school time stalker.
This I knew for sure, because I was already plotting ways to murder him…
'Accidentally' mistaking chemicals from water in the science lab, 'accidentally' dumping clay over his head during art, or maybe just 'accidentally' jabbing my pencil through his eyes during math?
Yes, those ideas were the best I could come up with at the time… If only I'd had my death scythe at the time, that way I could get in trouble for snipping off a limb or slashing open his stomach.
I could only imagine the 'go home note.'
Ha!
'Your son, William T. Spears has been sent home for violent actions towards another student. William had been seen violently stabbing at another student with his death scythe, seemingly unprovoked to do so. The other student suffered several injuries and may not recover. We expect you to punish William for the act, and he is now currently expelled from the school.
Have a Nice Day,
Annabelle Marroon, Head Principle of Scythes and Glasses Middle School.'
That would be something I would've hung on my wall! Like I'd be upset that I was expelled? Of course not! I would be happy to leave that hell hole, looking back on it now- however…
I'm disappointed that I didn't… Okay… That was a lie; I'm thankful I kept it together and stay in school. If I didn't, I wouldn't be here.
