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My name is Arabella Van Lae. I can see dead people. Cliché, I know. Not as much as you might think. I can travel to the spirit world; an alternate universe, parallel to ours. Besides, these ghosts can make themselves seen. They toy with people's minds by becoming their friend or lover and then disappear off the face of the earth. Literally. I've had this "gift" ever since I drowned when I was seven years old and came back to life. I have a routine that I do everyday: If I see a ghost, ignore it. If it keeps pestering, open a portal and send it to Limbo. Don't ever speak to them in public or anywhere for that matter, unless your life is in danger. Obviously. I suppose you're bored by now right? Ha. Just wait. Everything changes for me when Harry appears in my bathroom while I'm showering with a cheeky smile and those hypnotizing emerald eyes. This is my story.
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What did they mean? I knew who I was, didn't I? I was Rosalia Mallory, a girl left on the doorstep of our town's foster agency to find a new home. From there I went through three homes before at the age of 16 instead of having to live in the group home I secured enough money to, along with the money the foster carers were given for me, to buy an apartment building. Alongside a job bartending and waitressing I had enough money to attend college and am currently studying Religion and Mythology, Creative writing and Art. Just a normal teenage girl with a normal life. But at the same time, I'm not. Who am I? Seems like the most cliché question a teenager can ask right? Except when your missing months, if not years, of your life suddenly that seemingly simple question takes on a whole new meaning. After all, if you don't know your whole past how can you answer that for yourself?

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