I had sent the boys the photograph of the girl in hopes they could find her on there tour, but with the time zones and busy celebrity schedule, I was unable to get in touch with them to find out if they had received it.
I spent my days at the library, and cleaning up the house. The old librarian pulled out every book Luke had found useful, and let my use her computer at will. I was able to discover more about my ghostly self. My tricks and powers became stronger and more apparent as I got closer to my unfinished task. With the recent new power of walking through walls, that meant I was becoming closer to this undiscovered task. Though the journal told me nothing about what kind of task it could be, for everyone's differs. The journal mentioned that the dead would not know the task until the very moment it would be completed.
Bowman, the author of the fine journal, studied the young French girl, when she was dead and monitored her tricks. She too had the same powers as I, but a few more. She could freeze time, not everywhere in the world, but in special moments. Also, mind tricks were her fancy, she loved playing tricks on other's minds.
The most helpful thing I had learned from the journals is that, there were more journals that Bowman scattered throughout the country before his death and that the young French girl's surname was Larivière. The author never mentioned her first name though. I sent this information to like as well.
I often pondered what my task could be, I died on such short notice that it could be anything. My strongest thought was to get my parents back together, because my death tore them apart. As I thought about it more, I realized my death was perfect for them and their pervious unhappy lives. I also thought of my brothers, although I had gotten in contact with one, there was still some un- touched business with them.
I had started to draw on my wall again, instead of sad droopy drawings I made more cheerful characters. People dancing around and spreading joy.
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Fanfiction"Wow! How did you do that!" The blond jumps. I still haven't learned his name. "I'm dead. I don't go by the rules of life, because I am not living life." - All copyright belongs to me. No taking ideas, characters, or plot of story.
