Mary Shay is your typical sixteen year old. Only one difference: she is dead
Even though Mary is dead, this isn't going to be a dramatic story. There will be dramatic moments (she is dead after all), but there will also be funny moments. Or at least I'm going to try to make it funny.
By the way, this story is marked as mature, because I had written 'no shit, Sherlock' and Protagonize didn't like the shit part. I don't think this story will really deal with mature things. Maybe I'll change my mind in the future, but right now this is just something I'm writing for fun.