Waking up at 7:30 am to scratches on your back is not fun. Not knowing how they got there or how deep they really are in till you look in the mirror. Today wasn't bad I only had three and only took off the top two layers of skin. I wash them out and start my day. Grab a bowl and say hi to gramps sitting in the chair. After grabbing a bowl of cereal and sitting at the table I look over to gramps and find him gone. I get up and call his name then to realize he past two years ago. I go into the bathroom and start crying looking at my self in the mirror. I am a blonde headed kid with a white hair spot on the left side of my head. I am not built but not weak I am fit. I have great insurance because of soccer and cross country. I am wearing pants and put on my hoodie as I walk out the door for school. I get in my car and back out of the drive way still half asleep. Almost to school I see some one up ahead standing in the road as I get closer he doesn't move. I get into the lane next to me and pass him looking in my rear view mirror I don't see him like he vanished. I get to school to meet my girlfriend at her bus while she comes up to me I see this older lady following beside her smiling at me. We walk back to my car as I grab my back we hear the bell ring. Thinking the older lady would be gone as I turn around she is still there. Trusting my girlfriend after a couple of months I tell her that I can see dead people hoping she doesn't freak. She looks at me and says what do you mean.
