As I walked through the neighbourhood I once lived in I remembered everything that ever happened to me there including the day I died. I remembered all the times I tripped and fell on the pavement, all the times I got laughed at for being different, every second of school and the big secret that got me killed .When I saw Clara the day after I died she was crying. All I did was wish that I was there so I could tell her exactly what happened, so I could tell her the guy that did it would be put to death. This was when I realised that somehow I had to contact someone and tell them who killed me, how, when and where they killed me.