I was supposed to die and go to heaven, too bad I ended up in hell.One out of every five people end up in heaven, that's how low the chances are. So I worked hard, never swore, and did my best to be a good girl for my entire life. Then, out of nowhere, I was hit by an oncoming car, cutting my life short at age twenty-five.Next thing I know I'm waking up in the firey pits of hell and given a scythe. My new job is to help reap the souls and take them to judgement day. Sounds easy enough, right? Well, it would be if I was a normal reaper. . . but the moment I touched the scythe it began to glow, signaling just how talented I'm going to be. Now, the three ruling princes of hell all want me as their personal reaper.So these days I've been thinking. . . What's the use in being good when it's so fun to be bad?
