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Ghost Girl

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MGA BUMASA 53
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Mga Parte 9
Oras 44m

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I'm the girl no one sees. I'm always here. I can see you but you don't see me. I can hear you but you don't hear me. I can feel your every emotion but you can't feel me. I'm the girl that no one knows. 
I've got no trail.
 No friends.
No family. 
No history. 
No birth certificate. 

                                                            I'm a ghost.All Rights Reserved

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My Life Being Dead ni bellaholmes58

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.

Falling for the Badboy ni Yasmine_Haven

Terribly shy Nerdy Quiet But full of secrets Yeah that's me, Melissa King Silent Smart Badass With nothing to hide That's him, Zach Matthews As you can see, we are polar opposites. It's like we come from two different worlds. Everyone knows his name, while no one hardly know I exist. I prefer it this way though, but tell me why after one incident he is everywhere. When everyone ignores me, he makes it his business to not to. While I'm invisible to everyone, he is the only one who sees me. Is this a good thing or is this a bad thing only time will tell.

Being the bad boys sister ( IN THE PROCESS OF EDITING!!!! ) ni RJ_Writings

Hi! I'm Tyler Marie Delgado . I'm just your average teen with big dreams! And sarcastic attitude and never shuts up. Come join my roller coaster life of being the bad boys brother. WARNING: this has little to do with the " bad boy" it is basically the story of a girl who is the sister of a bad boy that people think would actually be cool but really she's just an upright sarcastic , weirdo who isn't popular like her brother enjoy!! WARNING: might have profanity , not bad but I do t want to offend anybody :)

Sophia ni rosecsolace

Re-writing/editing It's strange how quickly your life can change. How it can go from happiness and joy all the time to sorrow and dread with a single event. Or a person. They say when you meet the one, you know in an instant. That's a lie. ~~~ Sophia and Kace have known each other their whole lives and have hated each other equally as long. Now, seniors in high school and yet they can't let this childish vendetta against one another go. What happens when they can no longer tell if their obsession with one an other is hatred... or love? It's no secret to everyone around them that they are inevitable. If you or someone you know are struggling with mental health, please call the suicide hotline at 988 or go to www.wannatalkaboutit.com My messages are always open, You're never alone 🫶 ~~~ D I S C L A I M E R Sophia contains mature language, themes, etc. Starting date: 11-28-2021 Ending date: 2-1-2022 Edited: Total word count: 34,518

.Long Lost. ni booodiful

When people visit you every single day, it's hard to get lonely. Unless you're a ghost. Actual it gets quite annoying. In fact it's heart breaking when the people you used to love the most look straight through you. It's even worse when they blame you for their broken heart. Because they have no idea I'm dead. Trigger Warning: Contains slightly mature themes (violent and sexual) and swearing. Nothing too detailed but briefly mentioned. Completed on February 18th 2018

That Thing called Itinadhana... ni anonymously31

This is a story about me, the Nobody, turning to be Somebody to someone... ;) Just a short story. ^_^ DISCLAIMER: This story is based on true events. All names mentioned here are non-existent or fictional. If the person do exist, it is purely coincidence and unintentional. The story will be released in short chapters on a weekly basis every Monday morning until the 1st of March. Thank you for reading! I hope you like it. Feel free to comment.

Diary Of The School Misfit (#wattys2019) ni brownie_vocal

I know what it's like to be invisible, and in the end you might just be noticed so don't lose hope. Based on my life; Some fairytales exist, They just might not always have the ending you want but it is a happy ending. Here's my cliché story with a not so cliché ending😊

Being Maisy Carson ni itsTHEwithanA

If you're wondering why you're in this video well... I'll explaining that later. Sit back and relax. Stop why your doing and be calm. Forget everything you think you know because once you watch this... you will, question everything you think you know. So, Let's begin. ||Based on the book 13 Reasons Why

Almost, Always 🍁🥀 ni _velvetverse_

"Almost, Always" 🍁🌹 Some people enter your life like whispers...soft, sudden, and gone before you can hold on. She didn't expect to see him again. Not after years, not like this. Not when she had finally learned how to forget the boy who never truly left her mind. But fate isn't loud..it's quiet, casual... cruel. In a classroom filled with noise, their glances screamed stories. A slow-burn connection, unsaid words, and almosts that could've been everything. This is not a fairytale. This is a memory rewritten..with the ending she deserved.

Life Of A Socially Awkward Girl ni Julia_Gun

I'm not just any normal girl. And I know what you're thinking, Oh my god! She's a vampire or something! But no. I'm not supernatural, even though that would be awesome. I would never be anything like, exciting, or... I don't know. I don't paint my nails or wear high heals like the other girls. Neither am I very social, I don't have many friends. I'm clumsy. Like, extremely clumsy. Just yesterday I poured water all over my white T-shirt, reveling my bright pink bra. And you know what? It was in the middle of lunch. In school. On the first day. Everyone was watching me. Even the new guy. What's his name? Logan or something. Every girl's drooling over him for some reason. I don't get it. And I think you would know by now, how 'not normal' I am. Yes, you know that I'm not a vampire or a werewolf, or a girly girl. No, I'm socially awkward. Credits go to @xsnowberryx for the beautiful cover!

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My Life Being Dead

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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