MJLeclerc16
The moment you die, you become a baby again. Not reborn, but a baby ghost. Not in literal, form sense. You were still the same height, looks, and clothes. Especially if you died young. New ghosts. We all thought ghosts meant almost transparent, spooky figures that liked to float.
No.
You could walk. Or float. And you weren't transparent. Just invisible. To people alive, not other ghosts. You got assigned to older ghosts. A ghost to take care of you till you were a mature ghost- and technically, that took a couple of years. It didn't matter which region of the earth you were from. You could get assigned to any ghost, from any country, any region.
When Layla died, she was only 16. She'd taken her own life. Not able to stand the pressure of anything. She was from India. Desi parents. Desi pressure. When she died, however- she got assigned to one of the racers she'd always admired when she was a kid, but unfortunately passed away in a crash in Suzuka. Jules Bianchi. From Nice.
And suddenly, everything she'd been brought up with, changes for Layla.