Maybe I lied when I said all those things I never got to do was the worst part of no longer being alive
the worst part was causing people so so much pain and sadness
I had to watch my mother cry hysterically over me
I had to watch my father punch walls in anger that I just had to be on that bus that day
I watched Martin flinch and tear up any time something reminded him of me.
I had to watch Martin sit in my bed with a picture of me he held tight, for hours
I had to watch my own funeral
that was difficult
I also had to watch my own autopsy, which was very disturbing.
I had to watch the ceremony the school held for us 9 kids who lost our lives
At least I watched it with the other goner girls and ghost boys who died that day
They gave a summary of us all
" Juniper Cameron Eebbon was a scholar and a friend to all. She helped everyone she could despite her own problems and set a great example for anyone around her"
how basic
they displayed pictures of me on the board
staring right back at me I saw my blonde, short, wavy hair
my pale pale skin and blue eyes
A white dress with black birds all over it on me
and a sun hat paired with sunglasses
I remember that day
we were walking around San Francisco
My first time there.
I was eleven at the time
It was fun
I also had to watch my friends cry alone at night in their bedrooms, unable to tell me how much they missed me.
I watched family members write letters to me, thinking in their mind I would never see it.
I saw them
People are most definitely right when they say people care about you more when you're dead
I was never ever considered even the slightest bit popular and girls I was certain didn't know my name started talking about me when they found out I had died.
Having students die, especially more than one at once, is a huge thing
Everyone even in neighboring cities talks and here's about it, even some people on the east coast were talking about it
sad knowing my death was the first time I ever made the news
but hey, some people have never made the news, so even though i'm dead i'm a step up from them
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ParanormalI wanted to talk to her. I wanted to ask her if she was broken. I wanted to hear her voice. I wanted to know her name. My friend didn't dare say it for even the thought of her old life made her cry. I wanted her to know I was there, but sadly, that...
