The boy who could see me

The boy who could see me

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He noticed me, no one has noticed me in a month, 3 days, 5 hours and 26 seconds not like I'm counting or anything. Nobody see's her, hears her or notices her. Not since the accident. Phoenix Lottes doesn't know she was killed getting hit by a car walking home one night from her favourite park. She tried calling. No one answered. She tried walking home. It was locked. But one day it all changes when a boy hears her. He sees her for the first time in a month. Everyone thinks he's crazy, that he's making it up But he's not.
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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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