The day i died...

*Prologue*

I have always been a bit weird, even before this whole thing happened. I was one of the girls you would look at and then look away and forget they where even there. But on the 23rd of March 2000, when i finally reached the age of 13, it all changed, I can see things, no not things, ghosts. At first this whole experience was a bit much, but after a month or two, I got used to it. People would go crazy if they knew i was able to see ghosts, well now i call them spirits, mainly because it sounds alot cooler, also because shamans call ghosts, spirits. On my 13th birthday it truly was the day i died.

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Chapter 1

The story of which was told

It has been nearly two years after my first encounter with the spirits. I have not introduced myself yet have I? Well my name is Anne. I currently live at my best friends house, Sarah. We are both 15 years old and have known each other since 7th Grade, where she stopped some other girls in my class beating me up, and we have always stuck together since. She and I had lots in common, such as we both have blonde hair. Only mine is short and dirty, while Sarahs was long and more on the edge of white then blonde. I have blue eyes and Sarah has caramel. We both also had our differances, such as i always wore a track-suit, a hoodie and a pair of nike sneakers, and Sarah always dressed up in a dress, in any weather. I only knew my mother till my 13th birthday, when she died of a heart attack, but i never knew my father, apparently he died in a car accident, only the day after making my mother preagnant. so this is the story of why I live with my best friend Sarah.