Discovering Annalee

I was the outcast of the school, nobody paid attention to me. Life was pure shit, with a druken mother and a deadbeat father, put on no friends, and bad grades to that.

I stared at the sky in amazement, it swirled in black and grey, the moon illumating off it perfectly. I was speechless, the wind was a light breeze, slowly blowing my bangs off my face. All of a sudden, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a scary sight.

At a certain spot in the road, it sudden turned into a tarp looking liquid. I was in confusion as a hand slowly emerged from the black, sticky goop. I gasped, lunging backwards and falling down into the grass. My eyes grew, and my heartbeat picked up when I saw a girl standing in the street, where the goop once lay. I was in too much of a shock to stand, so I quickly tried to scoot away on my butt.

"No don't go. Help me please." The girl's voice begged, it almost sounded broken and sad.

"W-who are you?" I ask, rubbing at my eyes to make sure this was real.

"My name is Annalee, and you must be Wyatt Emerson." She replies.

''How do y-you know my name?" I ask.

"It's easy, I'm dead. I know everything." She replies back, a sad smile appearing on her face.