Chapter 4

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Amara groaned as she looked up at Caroline from where she was laying on the blond's bed.

She couldn't take this much longer. She didn't imagined when she died that she would have to spend eternity watching her friends and family live their life's without her.

It was hell.

She was done, after four months of watching. Something had to change, because she was going to become a ghost with insanity issues.

"The red one," Amara murmured in a depressed tone as she pouted at her best friend. Caroline was trying to decide what scarf to wear. "You never did listen to me," Amara said with a snort.

She leaped up from the bed, stormed down the corridor, out the front door and set off to school.

She was tired and bored of being dead. Which is a strange thing considering she honestly thought death would either be fun and adventures or peaceful. Instead she was forced to watch the world, alone, unable to interact with anyone, for the rest of time?!

It was like some sort of sick joke!



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