"You're Death now, Logan. You have to take your father's place." a man in a black cloak and white powdered wig declared.

Logan was standing in front of a council of men in old-school court wear; powdered wigs and black cloaks. They looked like judges or something you'd see in parliament. Logan was only twelve years old then, and he was afraid. My father isn't Death… he's a car salesman. What are they talking about?

"The boy looks confused." another councilman said.

"You're father is going to die within the next week, Logan. He is Death, the Grim Reaper. When he dies, you will take his place. You will receive a red envelope indicating the exact time and place of your father's death. This will be your first Reap. Usually, letters indicating a person's death are black and only reveal location because you receive them at time of death… The red envelope indicate a loved one's death. You get them a week in advance to get yourself prepared for the job. If you don't do the Reap, there will be dyer consequences." a short, fat man explained.

Logan couldn't believe what he was hearing. I must be having a nightmare… This cannot be real. My dad isn't going to die! And he is not Death! That's so illogical! He stared at the men who surrounded him with wide eyes. He couldn't speak, he couldn't move, he just stood there in shock.

"The boy is sensitive. Just like his father! Like father like son!"

They laughed. They were laughing at him. They were sitting there laughing at him! The reality was crashing around him. I'm Death! I kill people! I'm a monster! Logan felt tears well up in his eyes. Stop laughing! It's not funny!

"Stop!" he screamed.

Logan jolted awake in a sweat. The memory haunted him in his dreams. That was the first time he had dreamt about that day since the summer. He wanted to forget about that day, he wanted to forget about that week. Reaping his own father was the worst day of his life. He had to lead his father's soul to his Fate, and his Fate was not Heaven, it wasn't even the In Between. Logan had to lead his father to the Gates of Hell.

Logan's father was not a good man. He cheated and he lied and he stole. He was also a drunk, but Logan loved him regardless. Everyone has imperfections, his father just had many.

Logan sat up in his bed in a cold sweat, heavily breathing. He saw a burst of flames and a black envelope appear at the front of his bed. He sighed. He wasn't in the mood for a job tonight. He had taken sleep for granted before he was a Reaper.

He got up from his bed and trudged over to his closet. He pulled on his cloak and grabbed his scythe. He looked at the envelope and saw the location. 293 Frontway Street. He snapped his fingers and disappeared in a burst of flame.

Logan sat down next to Carlos in biology. He had huge bags under his eyes and looked sickly. Carlos looked at him and cringed. "Wow, you look like total crap."

Logan rolled his eyes. "Thanks. I appreciate the uplifting statements."

Carlos nudged him. "I'm just joshing with you! I understand you're tired but you need to calm down, man! We have practice today after school, so you better get yourself together."

Logan groaned. "I forgot we had practice tonight. Ugh. People just need to… let me sleep or something. I'm just a seventeen year old! I'm one of the youngest Reapers in the state!"

"There's more than one Grim Reaper?"

Logan chuckled. "Of course there is Carlos! There's one for every town! I would never have enough time to Reap that many people…"

"Oh."

Mr. Lawrence finished writing the lab assignment on the board and started handing out the question sheets. Logan did not feel like functioning, he didn't feel like doing a lab or going to hockey practice. Having friends and stuff is getting really exhausting…

Logan was walking down the hall when he heard a female voice call from behind him. "Hey Logan!"

Logan turned around. He saw a girl he had never seen before in his life. How does she know my name..? They began to walk down the hallway together; Logan felt very confused.

"Um, hi…"

The girl smiled wide. "I'm Caitlin."

Logan didn't know what to say next. "Nice to meet you..?"

Caitlin giggled. "I heard you're the new member on the hockey team!"

Logan nodded. "Yeah, I am."

"That's soooo cool."

Logan was too tired to deal with this. The girl was annoying and he had no idea as to why she was talking to him. "Yeah, I guess it is."

"You just moved here this year, right?"

Logan's eye twitched. "I've lived here all my life."

"Oh."

Logan stopped in front of the English classroom. He sighed. "Listen, Caitlin. It was nice to meet you and all, but I gotta go to class."

Caitlin twirled a piece of her blond hair. "Okay! I'll see you later, Logie!"

Caitlin ran off and left Logan standing there, baffled. Did she just call me Logie..? He shook his head and walked into the classroom.

"It seems you have fans now, Logan." a deep, manly voice boomed.

Jett Stetson smiled at him from his seat. Logan raised his brow. "Huh?"

"Caitlin. She wants to date you. Well, sort of, she wants to jump your bones."

Logan erupted with laughter. "Jett, what the hell are you talking about?"

Jett shook his head. "You just don't get it Logie. You're on the hockey team now, you hang out with Kendall and his pack of idiots, all the girls want to date you or have sex with you. That's what Caitlin wants, that's why she was talking to you. You're really stupid for a smart kid, you know that?"

Logan looked at Jett skeptically. This was the first time Jett had talked to him since the sixth grade. They used to be friends, best friends, before Logan became a Reaper. They were inseparable, but then they went their separate ways; Logan became Death and Jett became a sports star. And here they were again, as Jett mocked Logan's obliviousness .

"Sit down class." the teacher barked from the front of the room.

"One day you'll get it, Logan." Jett whispered and winked at him as Logan made his way to his seat.

Caitlin wants to be with me…? Why? Just because I'm on the hockey team? Girls have never shown interest in me before…

Logan tried to pay attention to the English lesson, but could only think about Jett's life lesson. Ever since Jett became a member of the hockey team he was one of the most popular guys in school; all the girls wanted to be with him. He was considered one of the school "hotties"; he definitely knew what he was talking about. Yet Logan still had trouble believing him. It was just too weird of a thought.