The day I died I was wearing two unmatched poka dotted socks. One had a hole where my big toe breathed fresh air, while the other had a bright pink covering. I remember because as I had been walking out the door to school my mother had scolded me. She had apparently read online that guys almost always noticed a girls feet first. Well, mom I guess I don’t have to worry about that anymore. Who's going to look at a dead girl’s feet? Of course though, life was just completely stubborn into leading me on to the afterlife happy and bright lights. Where I could live peacefully and in bliss. Yeah, no. I was left void less, remaining in spirit but not body. Watching everyone live, while I was dead . Watching everyone forget me. Watching police try to find me. Watching the man who killed me go after another victim.

"Give me ten days, and I can give you ten reasons not to die." Evan paused. "And if I can't change your mind by then, you can go jump off that cliff."

{Watty Awards 2013 Winner} This is simply a story about a lonely girl who finds love. I was inspired to write this because I wanted to know that there are good things that happen to invisible girls like me. I wanted to write Hope for those who seem hopeless. • • • In March of 2013, Letters was #1 in the short story category. June 2013: Short Story #3 and Romance #40 February 2014: Winner of The Watty Awards 2013 for On The Rise Short Story