She Knows
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Last published Tue, Jul 21, 2015
My name is Adrienne but they call me Adri for short. My full name is Adrienne Underwood. I was fifteen when I was murdered on my way home from a party. Now, I have to adjust to my new home in heaven, a place where you can see life on Earth. What I see? I see my friends trading rumors about my death, I see my killer trying to avoid the police and I see my family trying to live life without me. The best part is that I see whose fake and not... They don't know what I know.
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