My names Alexia Harrison, I am 15 years old at least that's how old I was when I died. I'm a ghost. I died in 1932, I was at school and I thought it was a regular school day, but that day was anything but ordinary. It was 3rd period, just before lunch, I was in English, I hated English, mainly because I was terrible at it. We were 20 minutes into class when it happened someone walked in and fired rapidly all around the class room and then shot himself. I was one of 15 victims, and we died in this school and now we are trapped here, and anyone who dies here gets trapped too.
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It's now August 2015, and I'm still trapped here in a north west California high school. I used to only hang out in the library, mainly because it meant I got to be alone. All the other ghosts like to hang out in the class rooms throwing things at the teachers. I prefer to be alone though, to be where it's quiet before I died my house never used to be quiet, there was always a lot of commotion. My family loved having guests, every night was a party, and as much as I like the quiet, I miss the commotion, I miss the parties but most of all I miss my family.
