Beyond The Grave

(17)There's This Guy. He Lives In My Room. Oh, Yeah, And He's A Ghost.

Heyy!

Next chappie is UP!!!!

And, please, please don't moan about the size, because, as I've said many, many times, up update EVERY FREAKING DAY, so I don't have TIME to write long chapters.

Yeah.

Sorry about that little rant, but it annoys me.

Also, I have a question for you at the end, so please read and answer...

...Anyway...

There's This Guy. He Lives In My Room. Oh, Yeah, And He's A Ghost.

Chapter 17

Taylor's POV

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I yell up at the sky.

What is WRONG with me?

How can I be so easily affected by this guy, a DEAD guy, when I hardly even knew him?

But I am affected to him.

And I did know him, kind of, anyway.

Well, it just goes to show what a freak I am.

I lower my head, wiping my eyes with the back of my hand.

I seriously need to stop getting so stressed over him.

I know I need to go back home.

Finn will be really worried.

Finn...

I feel so... guilty, whenever I think of him.

Like I'm cheating him, or something.

Not cheating ON him, but like he's being cheated out of something that he deserves.

Finn deserves better than me.

It's not fair, my being with him, when someone else could give him so much more than I can.

Someone who would love him more.

It's not like I don't love him, because I do.

Just not in the boyfriend/girlfriend way.

Not in the way I like Miles.

I know I should break up with him, but I can't.

I NEED him, in a way.

He helps me get through stuff, and besides, he's my closest connection to Miles.

He knew Miles when he was alive, he can tell me all about him.

And he does, even though I can tell it hurts him, so I don't ask often.

I feel something flutter against my ankle, so I look down.

A leaf, being blown by the wind.

It breaks free, and slowly flutters across the ground.

It stops right next to some markings in the dust, even though there is still a gentle breeze.

I lean closer.

There is a light layer of dust covering the makings.

I blow gently, and then blanch.

I must be imagining things.

It can't say that, surely.

It must just be my warped imagination.

But...

Written in the dust, with what looks like a finger, I'm pretty sure it says:

Miles <3 Taylor.

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Okay, so my question:

Am I a good writer?

So, like, when I'm older, an adult, if I re wrote my story, made it better and stuff, would you buy it?

Because that's what I'm planning on doing.

I'm 13 now (14 in may), so when I'm old enough to actually get books published, I'm going to read it through, make it better, send it off, and hope for the best.

What do you think???

Am I a good writer, and okay one, or completely rubbish?

Honest answers please, because I want to improve and everything.

So, thanks.

Sorry that this chapter is short, but I'm in a writing mood today, so when I've finished this, I'm gonna write the next one, I think.

So, remember:

I love yewwww

WickedLovely.

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