Finding My Killer

"SCARLETT MIRANDA ROSE." The tombstone read. "FELL OUT OF WINDOW. AGE 16. SHE WILL BE IN OUR HEARTS FOREVER."

I venomously laugh as I read my tombstone. My name is Scarlett Miranda Rose, and I know
one thing for sure.

I didn't fall out of that window.

I was pushed.



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3. Chapter 3

I was shocked at first, because he was the first person I've met that could see me since I've been dead.

"What's your name?" He asked. "I'm Drew,"

"Scarlett." I say.

"How old are you?"

"16,"

"Cool, I'm 17," He says as we walk through the school hallways.

"Cool," I say. "So how do you know you have the 'Sight'?" I ask.

"My Nani told me when I asked why I could see people no one else could." He said jamming his hands into his jeans pockets.

"Oh," I mumble. "You know, I didn't even believe in ghosts before I became one."

"Really?" He asked.

"Yep, I thought everything had to have an explanation, an answer." I say.

"Everything does have an explanation, sometimes it's just harder to find."

Hmm.. Never thought of that.

"So," I said breaking the tension.

He smiled a small smile. "So,"

I returned his smile. "I can help you," I said. "With school and help you find your way around the school and stuff like that."

"Sure," He simply said.

I grinned. "Come on, then. Let's go,"

 

 

After I gave him a tour of the school, I was telling him about the kinds of people to hang out with and the kinds of people to stay away from.

"I think that covers it," I said, but then I see her, and immediately a scowl comes upon my face.

"What?" Drew asks. " What's with that look?"

"Her, it's the witch herself," I growl.

There she is, with her pack of bitches. Ugh, I hate them, with their perfect long hair, perfect tan skin, perfect sense of style, always having the perfect date.

"What's her name?" He asks.

"Which one?" I ask.

"The one the others are following," He says.

"Tanya Riley," I hiss. "The queen bee of the school,"

His eyes darkened as I described her to him. The way she is totally mean,  talks about everyone, goes out of her way to humiliate people who step on her toes.

"I already don't like her," He mumbled.

I nod, but this is what I say, barely audible, "I swear she's the one who killed me."

I don't think Drew heard me.

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