I thought my life was perfect. Perfect friends, perfect grades (well sort of), perfect boyfriend. That was until the day I was supposed to die. Now I see death everywhere. Maybe I shouldn't have killed the Reaper.
Please Note: This is a very rough draft, so please ignore the ghastly looking sentence structure and spelling mistakes. Will be editing around December.
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