Chapter One - Part TwoMature

I suppose I should ask for your name, if we're gonna be spending so much time together. 


Shy? That's fine. Who'd trust a ghost, right? I wouldn't. If I were you, I'd be more than scared but seriously what can I do? I don't even technically exist. It's not like I can hurt you. I might seriously disrupt your learning at school, might freak you out in public just to give myself a good laugh.

But on the whole, I'll be a good sport.

If you don't want to speak, I guess that's fine but it means you'll be hearing all about me. I'm slightly big-headed that way. Another thing you can know is that I have always been transparent. Even before I was a ghost, if someone was asked to describe Alena Marshall in one word, transparent is the one they would have used. I wasn't exactly what you'd call insightful. 

I was vain, shallow, self-obsessed and quite horrible if I'm being honest. Because of this, a lot of my 'friends' weren't overly that bothered when I died. At least, that's what it looked like to me.

I hope you and me can be friends. You'd be the first real friend I've ever had.

You're cool with that, right?

The End

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