The stack of paperwork stands tall on my desk.
"Be sick for one week, and this is my welcome gift!" I mutter under my breathe.
The laughter of the girls in the next room turns into singing
"It was- it was September," sang one girl
"Wind blow, the deadly night," sang another
"Too you, I did surrender," sang a girl- this one I recognised as my eldest daughter Katy
"Two weeks, you didn't call," sang my twins Sapphire 'Saffy' and Crystal in unison.
"Oh, Ember, you will remember," all the girls duetted.
That's is, I've had enough!
"Girls, this is bring your daughter to work day, you should be with your parents!" Than I took into consideration what they were wearing- all dressed inappropriately in black crop tops, black leggings and silver metal boots. They all had their hair in a high ponytail, some wore turquoise wigs. And when I say all, I mean ALL- even 7 year old Saffy and Crystal were dressed like this.
"Girls, why are you dress like 19 year old popstars? This is an insurance office, not a label company!"
"But, Dad, this is what Ember McLain wears!" Said Katy, pulling up a picture of a pale girl, with turquoise hair, and a face belonging to the girl I killed... But it couldn't be, because Amber McLains dead!
"She's the first ghost pop star!" Exclaimed a girl.
"Amber McLain," I breathed. My girls rolled their eyes
"no, dad, Ember," said Saffy
"she was Amber when she was alive. We went to school together- we dated,"
There was a loud thump as half the girls fainted.