When I Was Alive "Book 1"

When I Was Alive "Book 1"

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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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Hello. I’m Cassidy. I’m 16 years old, and I am helpless. I’m weak, defenseless and not to mention unassuming. I am utterly boring and uninteresting. I wouldn’t be surprised if God himself overlooked me. Maybe that’s why my life sucks so much. My face is dull and pale, and my hair is mousy brown. My eyes are black and my fingers are long and stringy. Once in junior high, a teacher likened me to ghost. I had wanted to tell her, “Yes. I remind myself of a ghost sometimes too.” But I didn’t say anything in return. I have one friend and even she doesn’t like me for me; only for the shiny new car my step dad bought me. Boys don’t notice me. And when they do it’s only to pick out my flaws and display them to everyone around. All in all, I am a sad and pathetic specimen of a human being. Why am I writing this? Because on June 3rd, 2011, at 12:31 am, I died.

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