𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐫𝐢𝐦 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫

One morning, I woke up and brushed my long brown hair as I stared at myself in the mirror. Weirdly, I had a black mark on my forehead! "What the heck!" I said as I looked forward. It turns out that it wasn't a mark, it was a thing that said "DEATH OF BEING MURDERED". I gasped. Then I remembered: Today it was my eighteenth birthday, the day I'd get my cause of death written on my forehead. I sighed. It was only a matter of time.

I grabbed my backpack and ran out the door to the school bus. "Hey Rachel," my best friend Wanda said.

"Hey," I replied. "Guess what? I got my cause of death of my head today."

"No way!" Wanda yelled. "Murder?!?"

I shrugged. "I wonder who will kill me."

We left the bus and got to the school. I stayed by my locker, ashamed of the writing on m forehead. Everyone was staring at me. I mean, some kids had gotten writing on their foreheads like I did, but theirs were "DEATH OF OLD AGE" or something like that.

I was minding my own business as I got my books from my class ... when suddenly...

"HEY RACHEL!!!" a voice said.

Everyone gasped, looking at me.

I looked over. The Grim Reaper was standing right by me, holding a gun! "AAH!" I screamed, running away. I realized that today must be the day that I get murdered.

Wanda ran to me. "Hide in the bathroom!"

I nodded and ran in before the Grim Reaper could shoot me to death. I hid under the stall, crying.

"Rachel...!" the Grim Reaper whispered.

I screamed and ran out of the stall, bumping into the Grim Reaper. The Grim Reaper started to shoot his gun, but I dodged each bullet individually and ran outside. Everyone was running around screaming. I ran into a group of gangsters.

"Hide me!" I yelled.

The gang leader, who was a boy with blonde hair and freckles, smirked. "Sure, princess."

I rolled my green eyes. "Now's not the time to be flirting."

"Whatever you say. Name's Mike." He hid me in between the gangsters just as the Grim Reaper came out of the bathroom with his machine gun. He started shooting everyone, but me and the gangsters started dodging the bullets.

"NO!!!" Wanda yelled randomly.

"Wanda?!" I saw that my bestie was now dead, killed by the Grim Reaper. But how was this possible? Everyone got their cause of death on their forehead. Wanda wasn't even eighteen yet! But then I realized that of course people under eighteen died. Wanda was just one of them.

I started sobbing on the floor at Wanda's body, whimpering.

"Get up, princess!" the blonde gangster yelled.

"Agh!" I screamed as he pulled me away and the Grim Reaper tried to shoot me with his machine gun again.

Everyone was screaming and running around at this point. The gangsters too me outside to the dark alley and we drove off on motorcycles. Sadly, the Grim Reaper started following us on one of the gangster's motorcycles after he shot one of them. He shot like every other gangster except for me and Mike who was driving my motorcycle.

I knew it would be soon that the Grim Reaper would kill me, so I pulled the steering wheel and we drove into the sea. Turns out that the Grim Reaper was scared of water because it was toxic to him.

Mike drove me through the water and we got to a small harbor. He got the vehicle out of the sea and we started driving again, but this time, the Grim Reaper wasn't following us. He was probably lost, driving through the city.

"Thanks," I said. "I never got to introduce myself."

"No need," he snickered. "I know your name. Rachel Wheatville."

"Oh, yeah," I said. "We go to math class together. You're Mike Blue, the kid who flunked the test last week."

He laughed. "Yeah."

I noticed a writing on his forehead. It read "DEATH OF OLD AGE". So he was one of the lucky few, I think.

All of a sudden, another motorcycle approached us. It was the Grim Reaper!

"Leave her alone!" Mike shouted.

"I'm not leaving until I get what I came for!" he yelled.

"NO!!!" Mike took out a pocketknife.

"Your weak knife is no match for me!" the Grim Reaper laughed evilly, taking out a huge chainsaw. "Prepare to die!"

I was scared, but saw a trashcan in the alley next to us. I grabbed the lid and ran into the Grim Reaper, shoving him down.

"NO!!!" the Grim Reaper shouted. "DIE!!! DIE!!! DIE!!!"

"NO!!!" I replied, beating him aggressively with the trashcan lid.

The Grim Reaper punched the trashcan lid out of my hands. "Time to die!" he laughed.

Just when all hope seemed lost Mike stabbed him with the pocketknife, killing the Grim Reaper permanently.

"It's over!" I gasped!

"I know." Mike sighed.

I hugged him. "Thank you for saving me."

"Look," he said. "Your forehead!"

I ran over to the harbor and looked at my reflection in the water. The words...They were gone! It said "DEATH OF OLD AGE". The curse was broken!