My Best Friend is the Grim Reaper

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My friend is someone you'd be dying to meet.

This is something that I hope I could make into a novel if enough people like it. Please give me your thoughts on this peice.

Submitted: June 17, 2008

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You'd never guess it by looking at my best friend that she - yes, she - is none other then Death. Yes, the infamous, scythe -carrying skeleton that we all love to hate.

Believe me, I didn't want to accept it myself.

In all actuality though, she does not carry a scythe. Nor does she look like a skeleton. As a matter of fact, she looks like any other person. She looks human.

My best friend has dirty dishwater blond hair that goes past her sholderblades. She has eyes that are such a bright shade of yellow that it cannot be described anything less then a gold hue. She wears mostly light blues to complement her looks, not those black cloaks that are often described Death wearing. Wait, scratch that, she did wear a cloak once. It was her younger brother's though and it was Halloween, so I don't believe that counts.

When she told me what she was, I thought she was joking. I mean seriously! Who decides to tell someone on April Fool's Day that they are none other then Death. So of course I thought she was only trying to get a reaction out of me. She do that often you know.

Like one time, she told me that her older brother was in love with me, but he did not want to tell me because, well, it be plain weird. When she had told me that, I had a major crush on him at the time. So when I heard that he liked me too, I kind of did something stupid. Needless to say, I refused to talk to her about my dating life after that little insistent.

I know. You are probably wondering. Death has brothers!? Well, yes, she does. There are seven kids in all if you include her. Four brothers and then she has two sisters both younger then her.

I'm still figuring that one out seeing as she didn't really wish to go into detail. Plus, her parents aren't around to ask how that managed to happen. My best friend said that they disappeared a long time ago. She didn't say anymore on the subject. She doesn't like talking about them, you see.

As for her job as Death, my friend told me that it is hard work. There is no pay involved, the hours are long, and in all, it is just an ugly business to run. What she hates the most about it is the wars that break out between countries. To her war is evil despite what others may think on the matter. She hates it; she hates war.

"So many bodies," she told me one day, "And some of the survivors. . .they are the worst."

Survivors. Yep, my best friend also dislikes survivors. Not that they are alive or anything. It is the fact that some of them want to die. The survivors want to switch places with the dead. They call her out wanting to be taken, yet she doesn't have the time for such trivialities. There is work to be done. There is always work to be done.

But wait! Silly me, I nearly forgot to explain to you all how I was able to come to terms with my best friend being none other then Death. Well when she saw that I did not believe her, gently she took me by hand and lead me to my backyard. She looked around and then glanced at her watch that was upon her wrist. My best friend glanced around once more then slowly walked over to my old, fat cat. With a grim smile, she beckoned me to her side. I think you know the rest. Death killed my cat. She said that he was going to die then anyway, but still.

Anyway, I have come to terms with her being what she is and to this day we are still great friends. I think that I am insane to admit it, but my best friend is none other then the soul stealing fiend known as the grim reaper.


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