What the hell happened to my life?

One minute, I was a normal high school teenage girl with a boyfriend who I loved, friends who I
loved to death, and overall a pretty normal life.

The next thing I knew it, I was dead, lying on my floor in the kitchen.

Anyways, let me start from the beginning as I’m getting a little ahead of myself. My names Anna
Preston, I’m a seventeen-year-old girl who lives with my mom. My dad died before I was born,
so its always been my mother and I. We have our problems, but I wouldn’t change It for
anything.

We moved around a lot when I was little due to my mom finding it hard coping with my dad
death, and basically falling in love with any man that was nice to her. It never worked out and
when I was seven we finally bought a house and settled down, where we remain for going on 10
years now.

I go to a normal high school and am normally seen with my best friend and partner and in crime
Jill Clear. I met her when I first moved here and we basically grew up together. She’s got me in
so much trouble over the years, its hard to believe.

I won’t tell you all of it, but one tome that sticks to mind was a school performance of Romeo
and Juliet, which ended in Romeo declaring his love for Tybalt due to the Actor playing
Romeo’s drunken-stoned state. Yeah, we may have spiked his drink and made him look like a
fool, but in our defense he cheated on Jill. Who doesn’t enjoy a bit of revenge?

Then there was Nate Greyson, I had been with him for about 10 months, and I do love him. He
been there with me through everything and even after 10 months, he has never once pressured
me into doing anything.

And that brings me onto the next person I feel the need to describe, Jared Mercedes. The
cockiest, most arrogant guy in our entire school. He was the ‘Hottest’ most popular boy and
WhiteFish High, used his unbelievable good looks and charms to basically sleep his way through
every girl he laid his hands on.

I’ve known him since I moved here as he lived on the same street as me. He was actually my
second best friend. Then that all changed once the jerk showed his true colors when he was 16.
After he showed his true self, he seemed to make my life hell. I mean literally, there wasn’t a day
that went by where he wouldn’t make me so mad, I wanted to kill him with my history book.
And this is how much the world hates me. I’m a good person. But no, it’s me who ends up dead,
with no recollection on how I died or even where my lifeless body has been hidden.

I’m a seventeen-year-old ghost.

The day I died most certainly wasn’t the best day of my life, but it did start off pretty normal.

It was Monday, which meant the start of another grueling week of prison. I woke up, for ready,
dressing into some black leggings, a white tank top which clung to my body, showing off curves
but not in a bad way. I put on a cropped faded denim jacket, a pair of brown Ugg boots and left
my house. I made sure I grabbed 3 slices of toast. As I walked down my driveway, I heard it.
“Ladies should really eat like ladies, not wild animals.” I scowled as I heard his cocky smug
voice, which must have helped the whole lady theory because I still had a mouthful of toast.

“The only ‘ladies’ you know are the one who are left in you bed. So I’m not really missing out
on much.”

Jared was obviously walking to school, which meant I either had to walk ahead of him, which
was never good due to his wondering perverted eyes or option b. Walk with him, that could
never end well. He was hot, I can’t deny. He has a pair of Jeans, and a black shirt with words
‘made to be laid’ written across it. I rolled my eyes. I’ve known for 10 years how could he be
this much of a asshole. “We all know there is something you missing out on,” he said. “I think
I’ll pass,” I said.

Back to me being dead.