The Gods are Wrong

Santa Claus the Reaper (not edited)

It's thirty minutes pass six, I'm only half way dressed for school, and the bus pass in ten minutes. If I don't hurry up my mom is going to give me the lecture of a life time, and I'm NOT looking forward for that.

As the hallways blur with my speed against time, I shove a piece of toast in my hand, and head toward the door. I was just about to turn the knob when a knock came on the door. Cautiously, I opened the door, slightly hiding behind it to see who was knocking on my door this early. To my surprise it was an older man, dressed in an all black suit from head to toe. He had a big stomach, white hair and beard, and his nose was slightly red, maybe from rubbing it too much. Honesty, he looked like a goth Santa Claus.

"Who are you?" I questioned, while slowly coming out behind the door.

"I'm Ben" he said with a smile. " The God of Death".

I slammed my door shut, while making sure to lock every lock we had. I was gradually walking away from the door when I heard my mom's voice from upstairs.

"Sweetheart, what's with all that noise? It's 6:36, you better not miss the bus"

Glancing at the clock on the wall, it did read 6:36, which meant if I didn't haul ass out of here, I'm dead meat. But what about the creepy, emo, Santa Claus outside? Trying to figure a way out, my eyes landed on the back door. I dashed out the door that lead to the backyard. Wiggling through the loose boards on the fence, I got halfway through when I heard a strange yet familiar voice.

" Hello there. You seem to be in a hurry. Is this a bad time?"

Startled, I whipped my head around, which only ended up with me banging it against the fence. After enough swearing that would but a sailor to shame, I raised my head only to be in disbelief. Goth Santa was standing right there in my neighbor's yard, but this time had a cane in his hand. How did he get a cane so fast? Is this dude Santa's evil twin, and also a ninja?

Not wasting a second I ducked back into my yard only to come face to face with a black suit. This time I let out a high pitch scream, while stumbling backwards into my neighbors yard again.

"Oh dear, don't hurt yourself sweetie. I promise I won't hurt you. I just want to chat, that's all . How about over coffee? I hear you kids these days love coffee. So how abo-"

Halfway through his rambling, I grabbed my school bag, and ran for the gate. The moment I had bust through the gate I saw my bus pulling up to my house. Seeing this as my only escape, I sprinted in front of the bus causing it to stop, and earning a couple of beeps from the horn. I climbed up the steps, checking the seats for anybody clad in all black.

"Cara what the hell is wrong with you? Did you drop your common sense on the way here?"

I turned around to see the notorious angry bus driver look from Ms. Cynthia.

"I'm sorry Ms. Cynthia. I just could not afford to miss the bus today."

She gave out a sigh before looking at me in the eyes again. Flicking her hands to the back of the bus, she motioned me to the back, while giving me a small grin. Giving her a quick smile back, I made my way to an empty seat in the back. Sliding into the worn leather seats, I never thought I feel grateful to be sitting in a school bus.

The ride to school was ordinary, like it is everyday, like it should be everyday.
With the memory of vampire Santa Claus fading to the back of my head, I started to let my mind drift. I was snapped out of my thoughts by my phone buzzing in my hand. Looking down, I saw a text from my best friend Jason.

Jason:
Hey, I'm running late today. So can you pick up any assignments that I might miss in first period. Thanks, and I'll make sure to bring you a muffin :)

I smiled at the the text, imagining Jason trying to quickly get me a muffin while zooming down the road. Hopefully he stays within the speed limit today, or that will be ticket number 4.

Lurching forward as the bus stopped in front of the school, I made my way down the aisle,ready to restart the day. Entering the school, I made my way to Jason's locker, opening it up to grab his books. Well I tried to get his books, but what meets me instead was millions of snacks and stuffed cans of soda. What the hell is up with this kid? He can eat all the junk food in the world, and still not gain a single pound. Instead he gains muscle swooning all the girls in school. I wonder how charmed they would be if they know how many cavitves he had because of his eating habits.

Hearing the bell ring, I closed the locker, making my way to class. I turned down the hall only to see a flash of something black turn down the other hall as well.

Suddenly the events of this morning started coming back to me, and before I knew it my heart rate was rising. I was just about to run back home when I felt a hand on my shoulder. Frighten, I whirled around only to be faced with my teacher.

"Oh, Mr. Daniel, I'm sorry, but you scared me a bit there" I breathed out while putting a hand to my chest.

" My bad Miss Burns, I was just making sure you weren't skipping class today"

"Never Mr. Daniel"

With that I was escorted to 1st period by my teacher trying my best to forget anything in black.

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I finally finished my first chapter. I'm pretty excited that I was able to arrange all my ideas together to finally to start this story. So please forgive me if it doesn't seem to flow right, and once again if you have any advice let me know 😊 ~ megan