Chapter seven
Okay, so do you get the idea so far? My life has started off really strangely. And it only got stranger. At the time I found it hilarious that these people believed this crap, but I guess you'll find out why I started to believe them. Seriously, when you're put into a school full of gods and goddesses and their minions, what do you expect?
"Hey, where did Blood disappear to?" I hissed over the noise. Grief turned to me.
"Oh, that little rascal." She started. "He got hungry earlier so I took him out. He fed enough to knock himself out, greedy little bugger he is. He's over by the river, snoozing like there's no tomorrow. Little kids just aren't fit to be Reapers."
I grimaced. Blood was four years old. It really wasn't fitting for him to be a Reaper, but he was made by me, literally, he was a born Reaper. How does that work if they can't be born, you say? Well I guess you'll just have to find out.
"He went back with you the other night, hey intelligence?" I started. He nodded. "Thanks for that, I'll take him home tonight though. It's only fitting for him to be with his mum every other day. Being without one parent is enough; you wouldn't want to be away from two."
He nodded again, with another grimace. Okay, so let's get back to my story. Hopefully, you'll find it fitting. Oh, and just a little secret between you and me. For the whole time I was there, I never knew a thing the freaks said while speaking a different language. It was hard enough to understand their bloody English. Freaks. But they don't know that, so just keep it a little secret between you and me. Agreed?
