Ghostly
Everything has its own ending. And every ending has its own beginning.
And my ending is quite unexpected, and my beginning is quite extraordinary.
I'm Dash Ella London. Yeah, my name is quite funny when you say 'Dash' and 'Ella' together fast.
And being a ghost is not fun. Especially if you are left with no choice to help the band that you hate- One Direction- in order to make myself alive again.
I'm not a Directioner, but I'm not a Directionator either. I'm just in the middle of fangirl and hater, same with my boyishness, in the middle tomboy and girly girl.
But why do I hate them? Because they're the reason for my untimely death.
I'm just your average girl next door. The type that obsesses with photography rather than going shopping for the latest shade of nail polish.
I have alot of good friends that had been with me all the time. A good bestfriend, a nice averagely wealthy family, with an annoying sister who was born first and my exact opposite. I came out after a day staying in a hospital, my mum got the cramps again and out I came. Yeah, pretty weird, too, I must say.
One of the youngest members of the stressing Journalism Club at college as the feature writer head and at the same time a photojournalist. I'm just at my first year at college, and I'm just 19 years old.
But nonetheless, I love, or miss my old life so much.
I want it back.
And I'm desperate to get my life back even if it means to help the band that unknowingly killed me.
I'm dead now. All because of my love for photography and a One Direction poster.
And I'm going to help the band who killed me to get my life back.
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