Little Grim:

A Story for 1st graders!

I'm Little Grim. I am in training to take over my dad's job as the Grim Reaper.

I know that being the future Grim Reaper means I have to be mean, and evil. But I'm not like that at all.

See I'm a nice guy, and people just don't understand.

One day, several weeks ago, I was out playing catch with my dad.

These kids started to trough soccer balls at me. They all yelled at me. Calling, "Kind Reaper, Kind Reaper!!! He couldn't scare a fly!"

My dad told me that they would stop eventually, but even the school teachers started to shun me.

So, I decided to take action to protect myself from all of the soccer balls.

I have to wear a football helmet to protect my head,

A corset to protect my torso,

Pillows to protect my arms,

Boxing gloves to protect my hands,

Bubble wrap to protect my legs,

And steeled toe boots to protect my feet.

But that didn't do me any good. It made everything worse.

My mom saw me one day wearing all of my armor to school. She asked, "Why do you wear so much stuff? Isn't it hard to move in that?" She started to take off my helmet.

"No don't! I did this stuff to protect myself from the kids at school!" I cried out. My mother looked confused; she didn't understand the ways of being a first grader. "Why would you have to protect yourself from the kids at school, sweetheart?" my mom asked still confused.

"I don't want the kids to hit me with soccer balls. They always yell at me, calling me, 'Kind Reaper, Kind Reaper!!! He couldn't scare a fly!"' I just don't like it." I explained. My mother sighed, and shook her head. She said, "Why would the kids at school through soccer balls at you?"

"Because they don't like me being a nice Grim Reaper. They want me to be mean, but I don't wanna!" I said as I started to cry. My mom took me in her arms and rocked me back and forth like a rocking chair.

Later that evening my mom had called the school principal, and talked to her about how being nice isn't a bad thing. She also said that kids should not be punished for doing good deeds.

The next school day we had a werewolf came in and talk to us about manners, and being nice. All of the other kids didn't know how to be nice, and no one knew the answers to her questions. But I did, and I got them right every time.

At one point we played a game, and everyone wanted me on there team! Everyone knew that who's ever time I'm on I will win the game for them.

And I would win all of the games. At the end of each game they would all pick me up, and cheer saying, "Go Little Grim! You're the best!"

At the end of the day everyone was really nice to me, and they didn't try to through soccer balls at me.

So I took off my foot ball helmet that protected my head,

My corset that protected my torso,

My pillows that protected my arms,

My boxing gloves that protected my hands,

My bubble wrap that protected my legs,

And my steeled toe boots that protected my feet.

The teacher no longer shunned me, and the kids loved hanging out with me.

Every one was okay with having a kind hearted Grim Reaper. So from then on the little kids all knew Little Grim as the kindest Grim Reaper of all.

This is a really cheesy story about a little grim reaper. i had to do this for Creative Writing. it's all right, but i absoluly hate writing chilrden story's. Peace till next time!

~Raven J. Maaka~