When I Was Alive "Book 1"

When I Was Alive "Book 1"

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, Jul 12, 2017
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Fantasy
I'm Kai Vanderwell, age 15, my mom and younger sister died in a car crash, my dad left my mom and I when I was 3 years old. My aunt has taken me in but she bought me my own place, it's a one person house, she still pays for it. there is something wrong with the bedroom closest. I go to Midway High school and a girl named Lilly McCoy, I guess you can say that I have a little crush on her. back to the bedroom closest... well its... haunted... by a ghost named Zen, apparently he was killed in the house that I now live in. he wouldn't let me live here if I didn't help find his body..... I meet new friends/ghost, it's more fun than you think.
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