I woke up one day, and I was dead. i asked someone what had happened to me. They said that I had been crossing the street in front of the MAC and i got hit by the MAX and a car at the same time. I started crying, because I started thinking of all the things I could never do now, like go to college or go to prom. I've never even kissed anyone before, I told people. I was a ghost, and everyone could see me. You're a beautiful ghost, they said. I didn't want to be a ghost, if I was going to die, I wanted to go to Heaven. But I couldn't because I'd died so young. All my friends were crying. They had a memorial assembly at school, and I was there. People stood up and said things, but i don't remember what.
