Sixteen, and deceased.

I was going through the worst parts of the Circle of Life all at once. Puberty, and death.

Being a ghost isn't that bad, I suppose. It has its perks. You get to make things levitate, and stalk pretty girls, and mess with people, and all that. But it gets boring - downright depressing, even.

There are times where I've wanted to scream in someone's face, or set fire to a building, or something, just to get them to notice me. Why'd you think poltergeists exist? When no one acknowledges you for a really long time, you get reaaaally peevish. You start doing things. Basically, if you die and get stuck on this side of the earth, you turn into an attention-seeking whore.

And although being trapped on Earth sucks and everything, I've never wished that I wasn't. I get to see my family, and occasionally scare the jerks at school and everything. But mostly, it's this redhead called Cassandra Simon.

She's 5'5" of pure, unadulterated stupidity. I mean, you should look at the desicions the girl makes. Which is why she totally needs me - the sane, sensible best friend.

Although she thinks she's a sarcastic and fierce person, she's really sweet. But don't tell her I said that.

She's the most chill person I know. She took the fact that I was back from the dead pretty well, if you ask me.

Neither of us know why she can see me, but I'm guessing this is what happened.

A truck ran over me on the twenty-seventh of October. I died pretty quickly.

On the first of November, Cassandra Rose Simon, the clumsy five-year-old, slipped in the bathroom, fell headfirst into the bathtub, got knocked out, and drowned as it filled up with water. Stupid, I know.

Her father found her, though, and got her to a hospital pretty quick. She was clinically dead for three minutes. Three minutes of which she remembers nothing. But those three minutes made a change. A huge change. Those three minutes formed some sort of connection between the two of us. And when she came to in the hospital, she saw me sitting at the foot of her bed.

You'd think she screamed or something. But no. She smiled, turned over, and fell asleep. And that's when seven-year-old me fell in love.

Now, I know what you're thinking.

Omg he has a crush on her aaaaaagh.

Let me introduce you to something known as the friendzone, my dear child. We consider ourselves friends, maybe siblings, but not a couple. Or a crush. Because it's weird. We knew each other since we were tiny. She likes someone else. I'm dead. Those are good reasons to not be in a relationship.

But yes, I love her. It's kinda hard not to, when she's the only person on Earth who can see you. Although she is an airhead, and awkward, and lacks social skills, she's someone who'd give up anything for you, if she liked you enough.

And God help the poor guy who disrespects anyone she cares about, because you have no idea how feisty a skinny fourteen year old can be.

God help anyone who messes with her, too. Because y'all have no idea how hard a dead guy can hit.

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