Chapter 1: The Death

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I just moved into a new and modern home with her mom. Tara was a single child but her mom was pregnant with another baby on the way. I'm  15 years old and scared to start grade 10 at my new high school. I'm so nervous to meet new people. I  was very popular and I bullied people a lot. I also was very bad in class and would always skip and my mom would yell at me everyday after school. I was abused when I was younger by my dad and her dad was sent to jail for 20 years. No one misses my dad because he wasn't every nice anyway. One day I came home from school to see my drunk and pregnant mom smoking in the house with a bottle of beer and her hand. I said, "Mom how much did you drink?" and she said, "About 20-30 or more." She was always drink when she missed my dad and she was also the only one who misses him. I told my mom it wasn't good to drink or smoke because she was pregnant but she didn't care. We got into a huge fight until she pulled out a gun. I was so scared and a little freaked out. I knew she was drunk but I didn't know she was that drunk. I tried going for a phone to call for help but I was too late and "BANG" I was shot. My mom shot me in the head. There was so much blood on the floor. I wished her luck cleaning that with white carpet. I hope it doesn't stain but then again she shot me so I wanted it to stain as well. It did stain so she was so angry and upset when she found out she shot me and she wonders how her baby will turn out. The police came and my mother totally lied to them. She told the police that my father came and killed me. The police totally believed her. What kind of police are they. She cried for a long time after the police left which is good because I hope she felt bad for shooting her own child. I was only trying to stop her but she wouldn't let me. The ambulance finally came and took me to the hospital. They told my mom I was dead but I think she already knew that because she was the one who shot me in the fucking head. If she didn't know then was must have been really drunk but she knew. So yeah my name is Tara and I was shot dead by my drunk mom. What a bitch, am I right? Anyway I right these journals to show you guys what my life was like after I died. Also I get to haunt my own drunk ass mother. What fun. Anyway last few things I want to say to my mother, thanks for killing me mother and I hope you like black because I will be having a dark funeral. You better show up mom if your not drunk as fuck. But knowing you, you probably will be drunk. Love you mom, just kidding.

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