Awakening from my long nights rest I force my heavy eyelids open, immediately plastering on a smile that might encourage myself to feel a bit happier. I think to myself, today is going to be a good day, and that is up to me to fulfill. If I want to be happy, then I will be. Breaking away from my momentary day-dream I wriggle out of my thick, fuzzy, blue comforter and prepare myself for the day. Entering the bathroom I splash cold water on my face in an effort of waking my body up. My morning consists mostly of making my breakfast and lunch, slipping into my school clothes and last but not least, taking the bus. This morning happened to be different though, compared to my usual mornings...
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Ghost
Short StoryMy attempt at a second story, mostly to keep myself occupied and because I love writing. This one's quite different, and it will probably be much shorter.
