It started as a normal day at school, living my dull, unavailing life, and being my normal, insignificant self. "Nothing's ever gonna change." I told myself. I was a normal kid I guess, I was 14 years old. Pretty. Not at all dark or goth. But for some strange reason, people always thought I was. It's strange what some people call pretty, others call gothic, it doesn't even make sense, at least, not really.
Every day at school was the same cycle, I would slowly struggle my way out of bed, drowsily get dressed, brush my teeth, brush my hair, and once I had finished with that, I would realize I spent much longer getting ready then I thought I had. So I typically stuffed breakfast in my mouth and dashed to the bus stop so that I wouldn't miss the bus. Once I was at school, I'd talk with a friend, not that I had many friends, check my phone, not that I had much to check for, and then usually, the bell would ring. I would go to class, take tests, do schoolwork, and when the bell rang I would go to my next class and repeat. Except for PE, we would play just about any sport we wanted, PE was more enjoyable than my other classes, still, it was most often tiresome and monotonous. The only class I found intriguing was Criminal Justice, surprisingly, because I didn't initially want to take it.
The only reason I ended up taking criminal justice was that my Mom, a defense attorney, put me in the class without my permission. Despite the fact that I was clearly aggravated from being forced against my will to do something that I at the time believed was unnecessary, and not to mention the class was rumored to have a horrid workload, which I assumed would have been mind-numbing, tedious work that I was never interested in, I was found a spot in the class anyway, and there were "no excuses" as my mother had said. Not that I should have anything against my Mom, she had always been helpful and had always been loving, caring and appreciative, unfortunately, at the time I had realized this, I couldn't tell her what she meant to me, and I continue to feel guilty, especially now, but there's nothing I can do. I should have known she'd be right when she'd forced me to take criminal justice because as it turns out, much of the information I had learned inside that classroom would come to good use not much later on.
Returning to the original subject, I thought I was a pretty normal girl, emphasis on the word "was". There are only a couple of minor things I can remember that day that were not routine, and I didn't think much of it.
Little did I know, that was the last day of my life.
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Ghost Busted
Paranormal"Bella Burnside was a beautiful fourteen year old young lady who was a bit quirky but never peculiar. She was loved and cherished by her family which includes her mother, (Sally Burnside) her father, (Brendan Burnside) and her little sister.(Bethan...
