Time. Time is all one of the few things that we can predict. What we cnt predict is what people will do with the time that they are given.
My name is Kara Lutz. I am 17 and I no longer walk the earth. I watch slightly above the ground. Watching my family and friends, who are now much older, most are married with children, few have come to visit me up here but i don't mind. It's not their time.
"Kara. There you are, I have been looking all over for you." he called over to me.
"Yes, Garret." I shifted uncomfortably, as he placed his hand on my shoulder. I never really liked him, but up here there isn't much for company.
"You have to stop watching them you know. You have to move on. Trust me its better when you forget. The pain will stop." He is wrong I think, the pain will never stop, I can't forget, I don't want to forget who I was or where I came from. I have to protect them.
"Look I know you won't listen to anybody, and I didn't come here to get you to go to The Light. I came here because I want to know if you would go this years dance with me?
"Garret..." i started.
"Before you answer just know that everyone else has a date. Plus I think everyone is going to be just fine if you leave them for a few hours tomorrow night." he gestured Down There.
No. I couldn't leave them. What if something happened. "Okay. I'll go with you Garret."
Garret grinned in accomplishment. "Great! I'll pick you up at 8:00 tomorrow." with that he ran off to brag to his friends. Garret was right I guess. I should be moving on and living, as ironic as that sounds.
Up Here, are many groups of people, there are the people like Mr and Mrs Fender they died of old age, and had the strength to move on from their former lives. They are called the Credits, like at the end of movies the credits play, for the Credits its the end of their movie. There are people like Garret, died tragically, but they still wish to move on from their former lives, and start new ones Up Here. They are called the Branchers, like a tree branch, they grow longer than what they should. Finally there are people like me. People who have passed away and choose not to go into The Light, we are called the Hiders, we are nto hiding from anyone, no one wishes to harm us, but we are "hiding" from The Light.
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AUTHORS NOTE:
so this is my first story sorry if its bad. plz vote or comment!
~Jojo
