AUTHOR'S NOTE – Hey guys! Okay so I've been gone quite a while...so...I had a lot of time on my hands and a notebook...so there's going to be a lot of new stories coming your way! This is just something that popped into my head and I have no clue where this will go but it should be fun to write :D

I died, so what?

No one else cared so why should I?

It's not like it hurt or anything...

Well it did a little, until I went into a coma, after that everything was fine. The idea of the car hitting me and the sound of my skull against the windshield is still sickening to me, but I'm happy.

My life was dull and the after-life is like 1064 times better. Oh yeah...

Okay, so maybe it's not that great. It's still boring and all and not best way to enjoy your existence...dead, but better than nothing. And hey, I got the thing everyone lives for, love, except that I had to die to get it. I still got it.

Romantic? Well yes, if you meet in Mexico under the setting sun and palm trees, but that's not how me and Shane met. Not even close.

You know how in the movies, the invisible guy goes into the girls' locker room and watches them undress? Yeah, so I got inspired. I went into the guys' dressing room...

Okay so even though no one knows it but I was following Shane.

I knew that he would be able to see me. People that are able to see the dead have a special kind off glow, so it'd be easier for a dead person to find a mediator to talk to. The bad part to that is, that the living can't see the glow but they're still attracted to the glow. Mostly girls and gay guys...

It's really hard to find a person who sees the dead. A person like that might only be found like one in a thousand or maybe even more.

I was lonely.

You try hanging around people who can't see you, hear you or know your presence. It ain't fun. But what is fun, is jumping off of cliffs, buildings and cranes without a bungee rope.

Okay, so I was sitting there by Shane's locker, number 178. I made that my lucky number...no apparent reason...just a cool number for a locker or a lucky number.

The guys started to pour in from gym class, all sweaty and gross, and icky. Most of the guys were now on their way to the showers to get the sweat, grosses, and ickyness of their body's but Shane looked fine and cute so he didn't. Mainly because Shane told the couch he's allergic to the rubber that basketballs are made from, so he had to sit out.

But still looking cute is Shane's best talent, next to guitar playing and singing. I should know, when I was alive I was in his music class. He looked cute there too.

I didn't really notice him then, all I knew that he was really cute and he was like a girl magnet (there goes the glow again)

So as Shane was approaching locker 178 with his clothes half taken off, he saw me.

His eyes widened and his mouth dropped open (still looking cute) and then he screamed. Oh yeah, screamed.

Not an 'AH! A GHOST!' type of scream, but an 'AH! THERE'S A GIRL WATCHING ME UNDRESS!' type of scream. Hot.

I leaned up against a bunch of unused lockers and folded my arms across my chest, grinning. I knew something like this was going to happen so I prepared myself for it, but was dumb enough to forget popcorn. What's a dramatic humour moment without popcorn? It's like a kite without wind, a book without words, a TV without electricity...you get the point.

"What is she doing here!" yelled Shane pointing his finger and staring at me in horror. I grinned wider. If you could've seen the look on his face you'd have taken a picture, framed it and hung it up above your toilet. I would've too if I had a camera, a frame and a...toilet.

The other guys, who came to check up on Shane after his girly scream, followed Shane's gaze but looked right through me.

"Dude, there's no one there" laughed a huge spike headed guy, slapping Shane's shoulder.

"What'd you mean there's no one there? There's a girl standing right there!" he yelled, but after scanning the guys' amused and puzzled faces, stood up straighter and tried again "She's right there, brown hair, brown eyes, ugly black shoes!"

"HEY!" I shrieked "These shoes are awesome! They were way stylish back when I died!"

Shane froze. It was probably the mention death.

"Give up Shane. They can't see me, they'll only think you're mad." I said calmly

"SHE'S RIGHT THERE!" he tried once more, but when people started to shake their heads and walk away Shane gave up and sat down on a bench.

"Don't try to talk to me now, they'll think you're talking to yourself, let's wait till we're alone..." I explained, but Shane had other plans, he grabbed his t-shirt and raced out in the un-friendly high school halls.

"Okay, what the hell is going on!" he shouted once we were alone.

"Hey, don't yell." I instructed "I know it sounds weird...but I'm kinda dead and you're the only one who can see me..."

There was silence from Shane for another couple of minutes before he started to laugh.

"What's funny?" I asked

"Okay, did the guys set you up to this?"

"No..."

"So who did?"

"No one, Shane this ain't a joke" I tried to explain but Shane wasn't giving in. He started to back away from me still laughing until he backed up into his maths class...

I didn't think it'd go that well...so his home was next and in a couple of days I won't be lonely no more... Whoopee!

I know it's super short, but it's hard to write so please help me :D thanx!

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