The Wrong Kind of Dead

The Wrong Kind of Dead

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, Nov 29, 2015
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"We aren't really dead." I scream as loudly as I could. I felt Stella grab my arm and pull me away from the window. I tore away from her grasp and feel to my knees. "We aren't really dead." I cry holding onto my sides. Paisley Ross had a normal life, up until she found out her boyfriend cheated on her and she woke up dead. Thought with no memory of how she died. The paper work says she committed suicide but after meeting a fellow dead girl named Stella and her friend she isn't so convinced. With the help of her new friends Paisley is on a mission to find out what really happened to her.
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