Prologue

  What is it like being a ghost? I ask myself, as I put a disguised look on, brown hair, tan skin red lipstick to take away the fact I am a seventeen year old ghost invading a teenage girls body. When I look in the mirror all I cam see is guilt: Being born a ghost is easy, but absolutely nobody told me about lying. Why am I a liar? I don’t know, I’ve got no clue, but anyway, welcome to my world. A disguised world.