I got sick of waiting for someone to get it right XD Sorry! I really hope you like this chapter, this is kinda shocking, I know! Aaand, it's longer!

Ella's POV

As you know by now, I'm dead. I've been dead for a while, and I was only fifteen years old when I died. So, the story begins...

I walked home with my boyfriend-Ling Yao-the most popular guy in school. He had been wanting to 'do it' with me for a few months because all of our friends were doing it. So I decided that it would be soon.

I didn't want to do anything just because my friends were doing it. I was an independent person, and I liked doing things because I wanted to. But I wanted to do this more than anyone knew. Even when I first learned about sex, I wanted to lose my virginity.

My parents were fighting when I walked in. They had been fighting for the past six months. I didn't want them to fight, but they did anyway. They always screamed throughout the house, waking me in the middle of the night, and even interrupting me studying for tests.

I decided that I would give in to my boyfriend's urges, and we had sex in the middle of my family's arguing. I was sick of the screaming, and I figured that if my parents sensed a problem with me, then they would surely forget their fighting and try to help me.

I've always been my parents first priority. When I was born, my mother quit her job, and my dad got several promotions to work harder. My dad would always take off work to come to any play, party, assembly, or meet the teacher night I had. My mom would always be there, no matter what.

When I was ten, my mom started to leave the house more often, and left me home alone a lot. I still remember the first time she had left me home. I ended up calling my father from being frightened, and then he rushed home. Him and my mother fought that night.

After my boyfriend had left, and I was dressed, I washed my sheets, and remade my bed. I had finally lost my virginity, and it hurt. A lot. Everyone must be lying about it. My dad walked in moments after I had cleaned up my room.

"Ella, can I talk to you?" My normally happier father asked. I hadn't seen him this depressed since my grandfather died.

"Sure, dad. What's up?" I asked. I needed to breeze by this talk. It was the talk that he gave me every time my parents fought. He always said how he loved my mom, and everything was going to be okay. But this time, I had homework to do, and a limited time to get it done.

"Honey...there is no easy way to say this..I need you to pack your bags. We're moving." My family had never moved before, so this was going to be a new experience for me. When my parents discovered their pregnancy, they moved into a four bedroom house. A shotgun room for my mom, an office for my dad, my room, and their bedroom. They would be living here for a long time.

"Moving? We've never moved before! Why do we need to move?" I asked.

"Your mother and I are getting a divorce."My eyes widened, I gasped, I felt like my world was crumbling. My parents getting a divorce? This was crazy. They would never do something like that. They loved each other with a passion that couldn't be described. Well, that's how I always saw it anyway. I always saw the way my father looked into my mother's eyes, and I could never describe how strong their love for one another was. How much of a bond it was. How sweet, and sickening it was all at the same time. It was miraculous, and they were getting a divorce.

"A divorce?" I shouted. I couldn't believe how red I was turning. I knew that my father's eyes had widened because he could see the fume of smoke coming from my head. I couldn't breathe anymore.

"Yes, we have two months to get our things into our new house. I already have one picked out, and paid for. Your mother asked for this divorce four months ago, and now it's time for us to get out." I couldn't even believe what he was saying anymore. My own mother didn't want me in the divorce?

A month later, I had half of my stuff in my new bedroom, and I was already enrolled in another school. My boyfriend didn't know where I went and it was better that way.

I went to a different high school, and was really lonely. Of course, no one wanted to talk to the new girl. My dad was really lonely at home, and he didn't want to work. He didn't want to face his best friend, and my god father.

My god father-Maes Hughes-had always told my dad that he shouldn't have gotten married so young. My parents were in love, and I can understand that, but still. I mean, I was in love, and I'm not married. Maes got married a few months before my dad did, and always told him a marriage was hard work, and a commitment. He would have to stick in it until the end.

Of course, my dad said he could do it, and now felt incredibly guilty for letting his best friend down. One of the perks to having a god father, though. Was having a god sister. My god sister is a few months older than me. Her name is Elysia, and is almost fifteen years old. We've been best friends since birth, and always would be.

Only a few short days after I got almost everything settled in, Elysia and I went to get pregnancy tests. We had both thought we were pregnant. She had been dating her boyfriend, Jean Havoc. She'd always loved a smoker bad boy, so she was dating him. I-of course-was dating Ling, and it was only one time we had hooked up. We both took our pregnancy tests at the same time. Her's negative.

Mine...positive.

Yeah, I know you were thinking it was a disease.