19. Chapter 18
Now, it's five years later since my last words. I'm officially seventeen and Robin is nineteen and sweet, small Holly is thirteen. Thirteen. The age I was the year I died.
I've been drifting around ever since, trying to catch my mum's attention but only Holly can see me. Besides I can't even find them, literally because they've moved house, again. What did I say?
I am Hermione Jones, I was twelve years old, living in another area for like the hundredth time. I became a ghost at age thirteen and I had no idea I was in a coma. Every second after my death, I was transforming into a ghost, feeling no pain as I went along. This is my life.
I walk into the distance, I'll travel all around the world because I have no energy to lose.
Walking into the fog, quietly, carefully. I won't miss a moment of what will happen around these parts because I'll be back. I'll be back with others. Others like me, I hope...ghosts!
I'll forget about my past and think about the future and start a new life, as not what I was before, but Ghost Girl...