A/N: Heeey. This is an idea that almost literally planted itseld in my head and refused to leave. Let's see how much I can do with it, eh?

The first chapter might be a little boring, but it it WILL get better!

R&R

"For this essay, you all, obviously, should be using the Tumblin Method." Ms. Thailern said, sternly. Many students rolled their eyes.

Sneaking a covert glance around the classroom, I cracked open my small, black, leather book underneath my desk, and opened it to the bookmarked page.

There was a picture of a young, pale-skinned man with freckles, medium-brown hair, and hazel-colored eyes.

Name: Theo Martinez

Age: 24 years

B.O.B.: 5-6-1988

Occupation: Mailman

Family: Son of Alyssa and James Martinez. Father of Pedro Martinez. Husband of Diane Martinez.

TIME OF DEATH: 11:43 AM.

It's a damned good thing I signed up for off-campus lunch, I thought. I glanced at the clock.

11:24 AM.

Okay, one more minute!

The moment the bell rung, I hurried out of the classroom, shoved my belongings into my locker, grabbed my jacket and lunch pass, and slammed it shut.

I ran out of the school, whipping out my Blackberry and checking the time.

11:40 AM.

But my clock was actually two minutes faster, so it was really 11:38 AM, which left me with five minutes.

I huffed. I'll be damned if I was having Overtime for not reaping a soul on time.

I glanced at the road, and that's when I saw Theo, waiting for the light to change.

I gulped. Even if I was a Grim Reaper, knowing that someone's life was about to be taken back, in just a matter of moments, really freaking sucked.

I walked up behind him.

And, as usual, no one saw me. When a Reaper harvested a soul, they went unseen for the most part.

The sign changed to 'walk'. Theo stepped out onto the street. When he was about half way through the intersection, people began screaming at him. He didn't hear.

The SUV hit him with full force, and Theo was sent flying into the ear, and landed in his head, with a sickening 'crack.

I walked up to him (still unseen), and took off my small ax-shaped earring, and watched it expand into a life-sized double-sided ax.

"Theo Guerra Martinez, twenty-four years of age, time of death: 11:43 AM, cause of death: massive head trauma…"

After Theo's Record Cinema film strips disappeared into his Book of Deeds, I took out the same old stamp and imprinted 'COMPLETE' into it.

I stared warily as my Geometry teacher droned on and on about the Pythagorean Theorem. Ever since I died and came back as the youngest American Grim Reaper, things freaking SUCKED. I picked at my nails in boredom and hoped the class ended soon.

My wishes were apparently granted, because just then, Mr. Garrison stepped into the classroom, and motioned for me to follow him. I happily gathered up my belongings and followed him out, ignoring the stares of various students.

"I am terribly sad to inform you, Ms. Monet, that today marks your last day at MATCH High." He said, placing a hand on my shoulder and looking at me sadly.

I mentally whooped.

"That's fine!" I said, quickly. Who the hell cared?! Today was my last day! I could have said anything I wanted to, dammit.

I brushed past a surprised Mr. Garrison and gathered my crap, and promptly hauled-ass outta there.

When I exited the building, I was greeted by my boss, Mr. Allen- the Head Reaper of the Massachusetts Soul-Reaping Branch.

Mr. Allen wore a crisp white suit, thin-framed glasses, and had his long blonde hair slicked back into a very tight ponytail. He peered down at me, adjusting his glasses.

"Ms. Monet. Are you aware of why I pulled you from your current school?" He asked.

I shifted nervously. "Not...exactly."

"Why, I removed you from that school because...well...as a Grim Reaper, you are immortal. And for the past three years, Ms. Monet, physically, you still have the appearance of a fifteen-year-old girl who looks like she's twelve, who is a mere five-foot one."

I scowled.

"The humans will begin to get suspicious. And you know how nosy and annoyed they can get."

I nodded. "Where will I be going, then?"

Mr. Allen took a deep breath.

"Evelyn...you will now be attending a school in London, England. You will masquerade as a Freshman student, who is a transfer student, from America."

My heart literally stopped beating.

"ENGLAND, Mr. Allen? Why couldn't I just go to another school here?! I don't know ONE thing about that place! And that means that I'm going to have to go to ANOTHER Reaper Department!"

"Ms. Monet, please do understand that compared to the grown reapers, you are a mere child. Your new boss has two other young charges, so he has more experience when it comes to dealing with young'uns."

Out of seemingly no where, Mr. Allen pulled out two heavy duty books, and placed them in my arms.

"These are for you, Ms. Monet. These will help you. I am giving you a five day break. I expect you to know everything you need to know by the end of the time allotted. Now off you go, the bus will be arriving in exactly five minutes."

And with that, he disappeared.

I groaned loudly and shoved my books into my backpack.

I glared out of the bus window. What school would I be attending? I'm pretty sure it would be a stuck up, snobbish, stereotypical British school.

I walked into the empty place that was my 'home'. It was really just an illusion. I had talked Mr. Allen into letting me continue to live in this world.

The moment the door closed, Mr. Allen appeared.

"Alright, Ms. Monet. Five days to take it in. You leave for Britain on the eleventh of February and then I'll give you exactly seven days to settle in. On the eighth day, February 19th, you will begin attending Funtom Academy."

"Yessir." I sighed.

"Good."

Mr. Allen made a portal to the Massachusetts 'Grim Reaper-verse' (a half-assed name I came up with).

We found ourselves in front of a ridiculously tall skyscraper that was composed only of glass. All of the surrounding buildings were made of glass, as well. The sky, as usual, was completely grey and white. All in all, it looked very futuristic.

The moment Mr. Allen walked up to the doors, the slid open by themselves.

Down a hall, up a flight of stairs, down another hall, swerve to the left, down another hall, swerve to the right, then left- then Mr. Allen's office.

I glanced around in distaste. Mr. Allen's office was a psycho-ward white. The walls, the rug, the desk, the chair. Hell, even him.

I sat down and spun around in his white swivel chair to face me.

"Ms. Monet, do say hello, to your second boss."

I turned around.

This guy stood out like a sore thumb in this office. His pitch black hair was combed back, and he was in a crisp black suit. In his right hand he held...hedge-clippers? He adjusted his thick glasses with his gloved hands, and regarded me silently.

"...Um...I'm Evelyn Monet."

He nodded. "You may call me Mr. Spears."

-_- As you guys probably already know, that was- you know what? I don't want to ruin the surprise for those who don't know.

'Mr. Allen' mentioned that Evelyn's new boss has two younger charges. They're just...two certain reapers, but younger.

Any ways!

Criticism is welcomed! Reviews are appreciated! yada, yada, yada.

...E.M.