"You know, I know you can see me there's no use pretending just help me out here please " April stared at the ghost standing in front of her closet and sighed. She'd been ignoring him for three whole days and he refused to go away.
"What do you want and make it snappy I'm late for school" she said bluntly. The ghost smiled at her and brushed his jet black hair back.
"I need you to go to my house and take the money that my stepfather hid under his dresser and give it to my mom. She's sick and he won't help her" April stared at him and frowned.
"How do you know where he hides his money?" she asked the ghost boy as she walked to her bed and searched for her iPod under the sheets.
"When you're dead, you get to know a lot of things"
She found it at the edge of the bed and tucked it into her jean pocket then she turned and looked at the ghost.
"Where is your house?" she asked.
"Houston"
April blinked and scratched her ears.
"H-Houston? Are you nuts I live in Washington, how the fuck do you expect me to go all the way to Texas. I'm sorry but its too far I've got school" she said and picked up her school bag, heading for her door.
The ghost boy stood in front of the door, his arms out wide.
"you have to help me, its not like you can't afford it. Your mom's a filthy rich lawyer and author of a few best selling novels so just get on a plane. Please, she'll die"
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Divine Joseon Warriors.
Ficción General"One must die in order to be reborn. Your destiny may have been written by the gods but it is up to you to fulfill it" April Summers is very much used to the weird things that happen to her on a daily basis, however, one encounter forces her over...
