Prologue

Hello. Kiana here. Let me recap for you:

I'm dead.

Okay, enough of the recapping. I have to tell you how this has all gone down.

I was just sitting in the car, my iPod plugged into my ears, watching the traffic pass by my mom's little silver Audi. But suddenly the car lurched forward--no, not forward, to the left, where it should not be going at all, but it was. No doubt I was screaming my little red-haired head off. And you could hear this terrible scraping as our car was pushed into another. Then the lights went out.

But suddenly I opened my eyes and saw... me. Only I wasn't me. There was blood in my hair and my eyes had lost that fierce fire behind it. My jaw was slack and my mother was screaming my name, but I knew I was dead, and I knew I couldn't answer her, and I knew she just didn't want to accept that I was dead.

"Mom?" I said to her, even though I knew she couldn't hear me, "You just have to accept it. I'm dead."

There was an unexpected burt of light. I turned and saw millions of ghosts, or, more acurrately, angels, sweeping into this bright light.

And then a giant wind swept me off my feet to join these holy spirits in the sky.

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Kiana has lead a hard life, but she never knew how much she would miss it until she was killed in a tragic car accident when she was sixteen.

Now, her family and friends are moving on without her and she feels as alone as ever.

Kiana has yet to learn that even though you go through high school, sometimes you're not done growing up and figuring out who you are, even if you have died.

updated Jan 31 by MoonBean