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: 35. DEATH: Well how I’m I suppose to have a girlfriend when I’m Death. I’m the fucking Grim reaper I’m a... Death’s mother smacks him in the mouth MRS.GRIM: Hey! don’t you ever...ever! Use that language in my house again!...Just cause you have worry mouth,does mean you need to have a dirty mouth. DEATH: Ok! Ma!..Geez MRS.GRIM: If she..Sarah! Really does like you? she would look pass all of it. She would look pass your face,your skin, your clothes,the deaths! When I met ya father! I know what his career was and yes I was a little bit different. I was already a little darky into exorcism, cult recreations,somatosensory stimulation....Horror fantasy sex novels...you know all the things young women indulge into a one point of there life. Death is puzzled... What I’m tryna to say is...your a very sweet young man. And when you find that right girl you will make her happy and she will be happy to have a young man like you in her life. Death then puts on a smile DEATH: Thanks ma...I really do appreciate that. MRS.GRIM: Awww! No problem my son...I love you so much,come give me a hug. Death then proceeds to give his mother a hug,she wraps him up tight and smothers him with kisses...All of a sudden they both hear music blasting from outside. (CONTINUED)

CONTINUED: 36. JAKE: Death!...Death!...Bring ya bitch ass out hear! MRS.GRIM: Oh my god!...Is that,that nergo friend of yours out there? DEATH: Ma!...he’s name is Jake...this isn’t the 1960’s...you can’t call him a negro. The correct term is African American MRS.GRIM: What!...I’m far from racist...In case if you didn’t know. I had jungle fever at one time in my life...way before ya father came around. DEATH: ...Alright ma!...I think I heard enough stories today...let’s catch up with some more a never day. INT OF JAKE’S CAR-EVENING JAKE: Death!...Hurry the hell up!(Starts beeping the horn)...I’m trying to get fuck up!(Jake then starts to sing along to a Reggae song "Clarkes" by Vybz Kartel) "Real badman nuh model inna shorts,Straight jeans cut off foot parts,Everybody haffi ask weh mi get mi Clarks,Everybody haffi ask weh mi get mi Clarks" Jake then starts to dance INT OF DEATH’S FAMILY HOUSE-EVENING DEATH: Alright ma!...I’ll be back later

CONTINUED: 36.<br />

JAKE:<br />

<strong>Death</strong>!...<strong>Death</strong>!...Bring ya bitch<br />

ass out hear!<br />

MRS.GRIM:<br />

Oh my god!...Is that,that nergo<br />

friend of yours out there?<br />

DEATH:<br />

Ma!...he’s name is Jake...this<br />

isn’t the 1960’s...you can’t call<br />

him a negro. <strong>The</strong> correct term is<br />

African American<br />

MRS.GRIM:<br />

What!...I’m far from racist...In<br />

case if you didn’t know. I had<br />

jungle fever at one time in my<br />

life...way before ya father came<br />

around.<br />

DEATH:<br />

...Alright ma!...I think I heard<br />

enough stories today...let’s catch<br />

up with some more a never day.<br />

INT OF JAKE’S CAR-EVENING<br />

JAKE:<br />

<strong>Death</strong>!...Hurry the hell up!(Starts<br />

beeping the horn)...I’m trying to<br />

get fuck up!(Jake then starts to<br />

sing along to a Reggae song<br />

"Clarkes" by Vybz Kartel) "Real<br />

badman nuh model inna<br />

shorts,Straight jeans cut off foot<br />

parts,Everybody haffi ask weh mi<br />

get mi Clarks,Everybody haffi ask<br />

weh mi get mi Clarks"<br />

Jake then starts to dance<br />

INT OF DEATH’S FAMILY HOUSE-EVENING<br />

DEATH:<br />

Alright ma!...I’ll be back later

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