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Ghosts in the Snow
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Ongoing, First published Sep 04, 2022
Mature
"Haunted Helena", "Bloody Bella", "Creepy Craven".
Those were just some of the names given to her throughout her youth. Bullied her entire life, Bella was no stranger to being an outcast. As the daughter of the local funeral home owner, she was ostracized. Living right next door to the home didn't help anything. No one was brave enough to attend any parties or sleepovers. By her high school years, she had given up on the prospect of making friends. 

She focused all of her time, learning the family business. One day, the home would be passed down to her. As a young adult, she began to work alongside her parents, growing the business. Day in, day out. As the business grew, the need for another set of hands arose. On that day, Bella's life as she knew it would change forever.
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High School. A virtual hell to every pimple covered, greasy haired, knowledge loving kid who walks the halls of the institution. Only a very proud few manage to rise among the ranks to become "the cool kids," snagging the lucky fate of living the best years of their lives up through the twelfth grade. We'll just not tell them what happens after they graduate. In ten years, when the kid the football team swirlied is their boss, they'll realize that it probably would have been better to not be cool when they were teens. But that doesn't matter now. Why you ask? I'll tell you. My name is Bridge, which isn't short for Bridgette, if you were wondering. My parents were assholes when they were younger, I guess. It could have been worse; at least I'm not a piece of fruit or an airline. Unique names can kiss my little undead butt. Oh yeah, that. I'm also dead. No need to apologize—it's not your fault, unless you're the pile of crap who murdered me. If so, could you fill me in on what happened? I'd really like to know how my life ended. The last thing I remember is going out for a milkshake and then, poof! I was here. Where is here, you ask? If you ask any of the adults, it's Harrison's Preparatory Institution for the Gifted and Unknown. If you ask any of the students, it's Hell Hall. That's right, bitches; high school is now back in session.