When Cara was finished looking at her own torn up, swollen body, she went to(what she thought)was her house. She looked in the window and saw her Mama crying. Then her Mama took their family necklace and threw it on the cold, hard ground. " She should've lived longer! David! She should've lived longer. I keep on telling myself it was my fault." Mama exclaimed. Dad took her wrist and kissed it. He didn't talk much. He was a quiet man. Cara tried to open the door to the green house. All of a sudden, this huge rumbling came. "Oh great. Am I gonna meet the devil? I see that in EVERY movie." The next thing she knew, Cara was passed out on the gravel. She woke up to the sound of dripping water. " I am getting so sick of this! Can't we just start the Hunger Games?!" A woman with red lipstick and a business suit was standing in front of her. " Young lady. Attitude." She snapped her finger. Cara was so confused. " Wait, what? Since when can people see me? I know that this just happened, but I kind of know I'm a ghost right now, and that nobody can see me." "People can see you, Cara, only people that believe." The woman explained. "Ooh, so you're some kind of fortune teller? I don't need to know what will happen, because I don't really care. I mean, I'm dead." The woman just stared at her, like Cara was some kind of monster. "You don't know what's going on, do you?", the woman asked. "No. Not really. Why?" The woman smiled like she saw her only child grow up as a very successful woman. "You are NOT dead. You will be if you don't complete Satan's request, though."
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The Day I Died
Teen FictionCara was choosing a car. It was a sunny, regular day. What could go wrong? She chose the most dangerous car out of the three. A red convertible. She got in a car crash, too. Want to find out more? Read it!
