I was a ghost now.
I floated past everyone.
Day by day.
Being seen only once or twice.
By people who just wanted to make jabs at me.
By teachers who wanted to critasize me.
By people who wanted something from me.
By people who wanted me dead.
It was okay being a ghost though.
It meant that I didnt have any expectations.
I could go to and from places and people wouldnt notice it.
I could die and they wouldnt notice it.
I could be crying, on the floor, and they wouldnt notice.
Maybe thats why i got here?
Maybe Im here because of them?
Either way,
Its great being a ghost.
I swear it is.
I pinky Promise.
YOU ARE READING
Her Letters
Teen FictionAuggie Had Letters. That she had written. To tell her story. She never got to send them though. But the worst part about them is. You are Auggie, You at some point are Auggie.
