Chapter One- My First Death hari (Oh The Joy)

Let me put this into words anda living, breathing, humans can understand. I'm dead. anda won't understand a thing if anda keep on believing that I'm alive. I'm not alive and I will never come back from the dead. This isn't some crappy horror novel anda picked up. This is real life. And in real life, once you're dead, you're dead, for good. There are no detik chances and no undos. If anda continue on this delusional journey that I'm alive and well, then you're better off putting this book down and going back to that lousy crap about the princess who received everything.
Okay, now that I have that out of the way, lets begin. It is somewhere around November, when I realized I was dead. anda would think I would have noticed it oleh the tear stains on my mother's face atau how she completely ignored me. anda would think I would have caught on when I couldn't seem to get a good grip on my clothes atau anything for that matter. mentega fingers. That was my excuse for not being able to grip anything. I didn't have a mirror in my room and the bathroom mirror shattered a couple of days ago. I was clueless to my appearance. I was clueless to everything. I couldn't remember what had happened the night before but I woke up with a migraine which is unusual for me since I'm almost never sick.
There I was, roaming the halls of my school without a clue. I I went to every class just as I usually would. I sat oleh my partner Sally Greyson in membaca who looked a bit freaked out as I pulled the chair out. She ended up going to the nurse a few menit later mumbling something about seeing things.
oleh this point, it was just ridiculous how dumb I was being. I looked back on this and actually laughed. It couldn't process the stares I was receiving. The staring part wasn't surprising since the whole school knew me as the outsider. They knew I didn't talk and now thanks to Haleigh Tompkins no one talks to me. I am an awkward ulat who hasn't yet been through metamorphosis like the other caterpillars now.
This was just halaman awal room. My teacher hasn't berkata a word besides, "shut up anda bags of air!" Yeah, Mr. bones was the type of teacher who insulted kids and butt kissed parents. Mr. bones stood in front of the entire class with a slight grin on his face. He was holding the newspaper. "Good morning, class." We berkata good morning back but he wasn't satisfied so we berkata it louder and ten times harsher. "I have some splendid news today. It is the most blessed thing that has happened since Edgar Allan Poe wrote the 'Tell-Tale Heart'."
"How did anda know my iguana laid her eggs today?!" Madison, a short brown-haired girl who sits in the back, nearly shouted as she frantically waved her hands on the air doing a mini dance.
"Sit down anda insolent girl!" There were some giggles from the other kids who sat with Madison. I call them Nerd Squad #41 atau N.S for short. They always interrupt class to do weird and awkward things like that. Apparently, to them, it was considered cool. "I was speaking about the death of a fellow student." I didn't hear anything about a death. I immediately thought of Anna Bells. She was missing a lot from class but I assumed she moved after a month.
"You mean Andrea Manson?" Seth Liberty with his dark grey eyes always appeared gloomy to me. We never actually spoke but I had to assume. Actually, I never spoke to any of these kids. I have been usually in the background observing their behavior. It was something I liked to do as time passed. "Why would anda make a mockery of her death? Her spirit could come back and haunt you."
"Yeah, Mr. Bones," squeaked Nina. "Andrea was a dearest friend of mine. How dare anda mock this?" Nina Talon and I were NEVER friends. She was a cheerleader and I was an outsider. Our kind never socialize with each other.
I wanted to scream at all of them and declare I wasn't dead but something stopped me. It was a gut feeling that told me to shut up and listen. So I did.
Mr. bones flipped the newspaper over to tampil the exploited picture of me in my casket. My makeup was done horridly and my eyes were shut tight. I almost looked at rest but how could I be since I'm not dead! "This, my students, it anda so called beloved classmate."
I think I took a good look at myself that day. I was pale as in see through. I had a but of a shimmer to me and I was wreaking the clothes that was shown on me in my casket. Yep, I will officially call this hari my Death Day. The hari I realized I was dead is today.