Life After Death For Rosa MacLean

I saw him across the street. So handsome, with the kindest eyes. He was leaning against a lamp post, a cigarette dangling from his pale lips. I knew instantly that he was my soulmate, the one destined for me. So I walked over the street, through the traffic and stopped right in front of him. I held out my hand for him to shake. "Hi, I'm Rosa MacLean, the chosen one and you are?" But alas, my hand slips straight through his body and he doesn't even look at me, doesn't hear me. Why may you ask? I'm dead. That's right. Me, the most powerful witch in history, who just found her soulmate is nothing but a ghost. It's times like these when you want to give the world the finger. Stupid fate. It killed me before I got a chance, at eighteen I was destined to die. And guess what? I did! So here's my story, the story of my life after death.