Friendly Neighborhood Reapers
Chapter One
It was rare to see the other three home. But there they were at the table, eating lunch. Bart, the nineteen year old was quietly reading as he ate his grilled cheese sandwich. Bart had dirty blonde hair, dark brown eyes and pale skin. In addition to his constantly neat appearance, he had large round glasses that reminded Cerebus of an owl at certain angles.
Ayo, the eighteen year old was attempting to make conversation with Bart. In the long pauses where she would wait for Bart to speak she would eat her soup. Ayo had shoulder length loose curly dark
Friendly Neighborhood Reapers
Prologue
There was a new bookstore in town. It had opened only recently, though no one seemed to know exactly what day it had opened. Nor did anyone really seem to care. All they knew was that it was a friendly atmosphere and they had more than just books. They also had a small café in one section that was also outside on a small side balcony. In the back they had audible books, DVD's and CD's. And their books ranged from children's to sex education and everything in between.
There were a few workers there. The one who worked at the café was an eighteen year old femal
Friendly Neighborhood Reapers
Chapter One
It was rare to see the other three home. But there they were at the table, eating lunch. Bart, the nineteen year old was quietly reading as he ate his grilled cheese sandwich. Bart had dirty blonde hair, dark brown eyes and pale skin. In addition to his constantly neat appearance, he had large round glasses that reminded Cerebus of an owl at certain angles.
Ayo, the eighteen year old was attempting to make conversation with Bart. In the long pauses where she would wait for Bart to speak she would eat her soup. Ayo had shoulder length loose curly dark
Friendly Neighborhood Reapers
Prologue
There was a new bookstore in town. It had opened only recently, though no one seemed to know exactly what day it had opened. Nor did anyone really seem to care. All they knew was that it was a friendly atmosphere and they had more than just books. They also had a small café in one section that was also outside on a small side balcony. In the back they had audible books, DVD's and CD's. And their books ranged from children's to sex education and everything in between.
There were a few workers there. The one who worked at the café was an eighteen year old femal
Does anyone get so tired that they're not even tired anymore? Seriously? This is how I feel right now... Perhaps I should see a doctor or something about it? No, I don't think so...