Two Ghosts
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Romance
In this romance filled book we follow the lives of two young teens, Taylor Brady and Daniel Andrews. We follow them through their journey of falling in love, and Taylor's path of 'what now' after Danny is in a fatal car accident. Things don't seem to get any easier for Taylor when signs of Danny trying to make contact with her beyond the grave keep appearing. "It's easy for me to still love him. I can't touch him or see him or hear him and I know he's a ghost. But I am too. We're both just two Ghosts because a piece of me died in that car with him." -Taylor Brady This story is all my own! Please do not take it as your own. Be aware that this story changes its timeline by the date to look into the couples past and present. Be aware of that and be sure to watch the dates! Also this story covers a ton of graphic content from teenage death, suicide, self harm, depression, and teen pregnancy and is not suitable for my younger readers! Thank you all and enjoy!
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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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