Ghost Town

Ghost Town

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Hi, my names Ashley and I've been dead for 5 years now. I died at the age of 17 so technically I'm 22, but I'm a ghost, I don't age anymore. My death wasn't too tragic, kind of expected. I grew up in the rough part of town as a kid. I used to street fight, pickpocket, drink and take drugs from an early age. I wasn't given the best start in life. I was at a party in town after a bad weekend (I got fired from my job, apparently coming into work high won't impress your boss) where I took things abit to far and topped myself. Now I live in Ghost Town. Yes Ghost Town, like dead people ghosts. The things at Halloween, yes we exist. Here is the place for second chances. It's basically like the real world but with a bunch of ghosts, anyway. I've lived here for 5 years now, things aren't looking up for me, I've lived 2 miserable lives. Until, I met Diago..
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"She's right! She's right! I don't cut in the right spot." My hold tightens on my wrist. The red blood oozes out of my wrist. I slide up and grab my bag and run out of the bathroom. I don't care if people can see the blood I just want to get out. I race for the doors and shove through people. I earn a lot of glares and glances that read "weirdo." I ignore and push. I run to my house and lock myself in my bathroom. I don't bother closing the front door cause I don't care if people come in to kill me. I grab my razor and cut deep cuts into my arm and wrists falling into a pool of my own blood. • • • Evangeline has a great life. Friends? Check! Good grades? Check! Loving family? Check! But what if she has secrets that nobody knows of? What if the only thing she can trust is her secret diary? What if slowly but surly she's dying inside? How can an innocent twelve year old deal with these problems? Will she keep on facing these problem till the day she breaks. Her school burns down forcing her into a different school to meet different people and she has to fit into a different lifestyle as well. Meet Evangeline. Now at 17 years of age in a new high school. Not all girls anymore. No uniform. Meet Drake. Your classic bad-boy. He just moved to Saint Abigail high school. He is assigned partners with the quiet, calm, unnoticed Evangeline. As time progresses he finds that she isn't as happy on the inside as she is on the outside. Can he save her? Or is it too late? • • • Some rude language. Depression and cutting. Don't say I didn't warn you. Okay, I wrote this at the start of this year (may 2016) and I had very poor writing skills. This book hasn't been edited and the whole idea is cliche so I wouldn't recommend you read it but I'm not stopping you, either. Read at your own risk. • • • Copyright © 2017 by -moonlust. All rights reserved.

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