"Ghost"
“Ghost”I lay on the floor tired, head hurting. I get up and look around. My room is dark, almost haunted looking. I look down why cant my feet touch the ground??? I begin to panic yelling for my mom. When she doesn’t answer I leave my room and go into the hallway. I yell and still no answer. I sit on our couch and begin to weep. My mom walks past me. I follow her trying to get her attention. She walks into my room and falls to her knees sobbing. I rush up behind her to see. WHAT!!! It cant be. Its me im on the floor bleeding from my head. I remember now I tripped and hit my dresser. How was I on the floor when im right here. Mom gets up and walks through me and out of the room. Wait ….. Im DEAD!!!!!! No I cant be, I cant be a ghost, no its not fair.I stand there over my body and begin to cry as people run through me to get to my body. After everyone had left I lay on my bed and began to fall into a sleep I knew I would never wake up from.
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