Because ghosts are awesome... (WIP)

The twist in this story is that in the end it turns out that it was all a dream and none of it ever happened, so you can stop reading now. Then again… You never know!1

It all started when I found out that I was going to die. Yep, that’s right. I, Elizabeth Winehart, was going to die. Obviously, I’m not dead yet… unless I was cool and could speak to people from the afterlife. Like a ghost! That would be amazing!2

Er… Anyway! Like I was saying, it all started when I found out that I was going to die….3

“You know, if it’s any consolation I have ten toes and ten fingers!” I yelled after John who just told me I was the ugliest girl he’d ever seen. At least I have all my body parts. 4

“I’m really surprised at John.” My best friend, Mandy, said as she watched with me as John walked away.5

“Why?”6

“He always wore pants when he left the house and now look at him.”7

“Ah yes. He should have taken a break from that every once and a while. He wouldn’t be as uptight and have that foot up his ass.”8

“Hush, Liz. That’s not nice.” 9

“Says the girl that shaved all of John’s hair off in third grade.”10

“Hey! He needed it! You saw his hair! It was fugly!”11

Wait, wait… let me fast forward a few hours….12

“Andy! Get back here! I need you!”13

Nope… not there…14

“You suck, you stupid bitch!”15

Almost…16

“Oh…Oh my… you might want to sit down.”17

Yep, there we go!18

I sat down on the floor in front of the television screen. The lady on the screen smiled and said, “Not there, dear. You don’t want to go blind now, do you?”19

I sighed and got up, reseating myself on the couch. “Alright, shoot.”20

“What? How did you know?” the lady exclaimed.21

“Huh?” I looked at her like she was crazy. Yes, that’s right! I, the one that’s talking to a television screen, looked at the lady inside the television screen like she was crazy.22

“Er… Well… I have some bad news for you Elizabeth.”23

I blinked a few times and nodded. “I’m going to ignore the fact that you some how know my name and ask you to continue.”24

The lady on the screen looked away and cursed under her breath. She cleared her throat. “Umm… heh…” She said as she turned back to look at me. “As I was saying… you’re going to die tonight.”25

“Uh… huh.” I probably should have come up with something better to say, but I couldn’t. 26

The lady on the screen looked like she was waiting for me to say something more so I looked at her straight in her pixel eyes and said, “I used to think turtles were awesome, but now… I don’t.”27

She looked confused. Extremely confused. And while she contemplated my reply to her terrible news, I got up, went to my desk and started writing to you. Yes, that’s right… when faced with such horrible news, I wrote to you. And this is what it said:28

Dear reader,29

If you’re reading this at this very moment, you must be right behind me, looking over my shoulder and about to kill me. 30

If you’ve found this then you must have broken into my house.31

I just wanted you to know that a girl with pink and green striped hair wearing a spectacularly brightly colored patterned sundress was walking her blue spotted rabbit down the street on an orange leash today. And that I wish I had taken the time to dye my hair like that and get a rabbit so I could dye its fur too.32

Yours truly,33

E.W.34