Dawn
Being human felt amazing. And I'd been right about Catherine and that society of spirits group to arrange some things for me. I was currently enrolled in Artemis's school as a junior, same as him. We kind of lied about my age. You know, just a precaution. I didn't think they got many three-hundred-eighteen-year-old girls around there.
I was currently living with a couple who would be my "foster parents." Their names were John and Stella Prince. They were a young couple maybe in their late thirties who were like me. They'd been through everything I'd been through: died, found that they were Kindred Spirits, went through the Changing. The Princes just lived across the street from Artemis.
Catherine apparently also went shopping for me. I would need to learn how to put all these contraptions on, you know, since I was about three hundred years outdated.
Artemis would drive me to school when I started next semester. I would have to relearn everything I should've learned three hundred years ago and then some. I was also terrified of his car when he first showed it to me. I was still terrified when he "took me for a spin". It was not just a spin. It was terrifying, that motorized death trap. I hadn't known vehicles could go that fast. I was still more of a horse-and-carriage type of girl.
It was pretty hard to let go of the spirit world. It was hard learning how to walk again. It was hard remembering that I couldn't speak. Basically, it was just hard for me to be a human. The Princes were helping me out with that.
Over the past few days, I'd gotten closer with the triplets. Seraphina read books with me, Samantha showed me how to text and put on makeup, and Serena tried to teach me sports. But those are stories for another day.
Now, I was just trying to settle down, and to at least try to be human. I had the rest of my life. My human life. I had Artemis.
My life went from a depressing, mundane life of an In-between to an exciting life filled with love. I still talked with Avery. This time it was more of me talking, because she wanted to hear my new voice.
You know what? I think I'm going to make it as a human.
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Not Quite Dead
FantasíaDawn Davis is an eighteen-year-old girl. Or, at least, she was, until the horrible horse accident that lead to her death. Now, she's a three-hundred-eighteen-year-old (sort of) ghost that's not quite dead (or a ghost). She's stayed the small town...
