Karen O'Neill COMPLETED

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Karen lies in bed. Apparently, the ghosts don't sleep. Karen isn't one of them. She refuses to accept who she is. Dead. Alive. Breathing. Not. It doesn't matter whether or not she has to go through this. She will find escape. She will leave.
Karen become quite restless. She fiddles with the strings on the blanket. She fluffs the pillow. Finally, she gives up. Karen gets out if bed and heads to the playground she was on a few hours ago.
Heather and Carol are there. They're taking turns cradling the baby in their arms. Karen feels sick at the sight. When Heather sees Karen she waves excitedly.
"Hey, Karen! Have you seen Charles yet?"
"Yeah." Karen sits on the edge of the slide a foot or two away from Heather and Carol.
"Isn't he cute?" As if on cue, Charles starts giggling madly.
"Sure..."
Carol senses Karen's discomfort. "What's wrong?"
"It just... bothers me that a baby was born into ghostliness... or something."
"I understand. My death day was one if the late ones; two years ago. Heather doesn't really understand. She died during birth. Her adoptive parents gave her the nickname Min. Short for minute. She was only alive for a minute."
"Yeah, but at least my nickname isn't Wing." Heather laughs. Carol pushes her shoulder.
"Why Wing?"
Heather jumps at the sound of Karen's voice. "Because when Carol first came here, she couldn't say swing. She would end up going 'shhhhh...WING!' It was hysterical."
"Yeah, but I was only ten and in shock! What'd you expect? Me to be all intelligent and Einstein-like?"
"Einstein?"
"Oh, right. You died in birth. Not only am I smarter than you, but I'm way more up-to-date on all the celeb drama!"
"Celeb?"
"Short for celebrity. And I am way smarter and up-to-date than you, Carol!" Karen joins in on the bickering. She likes that quality about herself. She can jump into any friend group and convince them shes their bestie.
The girls stop arguing when Karen finally gets up to go. Carol and Heather had began to argue about which ghost boy was cuter. Of course, Karen didn't know any of them, so she decided to go to her home the ghosts gave her. It is made of light brown wood and the inside is very dark. Karen sits down on the edge of the bed.
"How'm I supposed to undie," Karen talks to herself. All the other ghosts seem fine with being dead. But Karen had a life.