how did it happenA Chapter by LynLeeI had started setting up my bed when I noticed she was looking at some pictures of me and my dad. I walked over to her and said," that's my dad. He just um," "died." "yeah, he was fighting over seas and was shot by an oncoming truck." "Your lucky." "How?" "You knew your dad." I stared at her. I may have just met her but I could feel her pain. My dad was either fighting or at combat practice or at the gym. I barely knew my dad too. I turned to her and said," well why don't we change the subject. How bout' we figure out where your sleeping." "Oh I don't sleep. Ya know I have that job to do all day and night." "Yeah about that," she looked at me with fear in her eyes,"In order to stay here you can't kill people." " But do you know what may happen?!" "I really don't care what may happen. I just don't want a killer in my house. Well I mean someone who kills while she's here." She stared at me in amazement. She took the blanket off my bed and said," good night. and by the way my name is Anna" "Night." I had turned my pillow to the end of the bed. I really wanted to ask her a question about how she became a ghost and why she did this. I wanted to wait until morning because I could hear my mom coming. MY MOM COMING! I threw a pillow at Anna and said, "quick my mom's coming!" She just moaned and layed to her back to me. I got worried and hid under my cover. I heard my mom walk into my room. She walked over and shook me. "Sweety are you awake?" I moaned, wondering if she could see Anna. "Okay good night sweety." I hated it when my mom called me sweety. It made me feel like I was six all over again. All night I prepared where me and Anna would go, at what time and the questions I wanted to ask her. © 2009 LynLeeReviews
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4 Reviews Added on December 26, 2009 Last Updated on December 26, 2009 AuthorLynLeeWhere I am free, VAAboutHola, me llamo LynLee. De donde es Earth. Me cumpleanos es Noviembre 24. Me gusta es escribir. Sorry had to practice my spanish somewhere. I'm LynLee. I'm fourteen and I am a writer. My best frien.. more..Writing
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