Death At The Party
This is a story of a teenage grim reaper's last 24 hours of high school.
This is a story of a teenage grim reaper's last 24 hours of high school.
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CONTINUED: 7.<br />
DEATH(NARRATING:) (cont’d)<br />
and effects their blood. Poisoning<br />
their inside to which all they<br />
do...is do! Do what others<br />
do...followers. Monkey see monkey<br />
do if you ask me.See there’s a<br />
seed... that’s been planted right<br />
in there fucking membrane. Right<br />
from the happy go lucky of<br />
elementary, to the ever growing<br />
pubescent of middle school,to the<br />
melting pot of high school and the<br />
melodrama of college and life<br />
after.Either get picked on or<br />
picked at...it’s just simple as<br />
that.See bullies...bullies are<br />
nothing more then just a warm up to<br />
Classism that will grab your arm<br />
with the firmest of grips and when<br />
you scream let go!...they will stay<br />
silent. <strong>The</strong> observation as a reaper<br />
is a unique view sure indeed. In<br />
someways it can be equivalent to<br />
being an abused spouse. See abuse<br />
is ignited by both love and<br />
hate,actions from emotions that<br />
fuse a Vendetta in which is half<br />
ass to say the least. <strong>The</strong> one thing<br />
you notice about an abusers is<br />
control. When they loose control of<br />
what they love it sheds layers in<br />
them,breaking them down and even<br />
driving them over the edge or<br />
showcasing their insecurities. <strong>The</strong><br />
same can be said when your about to<br />
pass away and for all the health<br />
you carried threw life. You ignore<br />
me and shun me with no regards of<br />
mines and when your at your weakest<br />
it can be very hard to sympathize.<br />
My existence in this school has<br />
lead me down a path just to not<br />
giving a fuck. If I’m an outcast<br />
then so be it. <strong>The</strong>ir fear shows<br />
well on there shoulders. <strong>The</strong>ir<br />
either scared of me or they don’t<br />
pay me no mind...shit! I feel like<br />
a black guy back in the 1950’s and<br />
Hey! don’t hit me with the racist<br />
bullshit either. My best friend is<br />
black and have you seen me ...Yeah!<br />
(CONTINUED)