Lightning Calls{open} To me and you

[kara chandler glassesh]

Wearing

Her eyes flickered in the moon light, eyeliner and mascara rolling down her cheeks in the rain. The pretty darkness dazzled her red hair. What makes people die? Emotions, heath issues, someones unfinished business? That's unknown when really, you're the one who killed her. Kara sat a bouquet of black and white roses in front a grave. Th words on the grave read, Leah Maxxet age:16 1993-2008. She never meant for it to get that far. It was only a joke.


"Kara, come on. Where gonna be late!" Leah yelled pulling kara outta her house and out into the street. "I know you like him and all but, seriously, we're gonna be an hour early.." Kara complained as they both skipped down the street arm and arm laughing hysterically about Clarik and Maliki. "Hey, sweety, keep pushing me into trees and I'll push into the street." Kara hissed jokingly as Leah pushed her into another tree. "Bring it!" Leah laughed and cried at the same time but quickly screamed as Kara slammbed her into the street in front of a tractor trailer. "NO!" She screamed as tears rolled down her face. She ran into the road adn down to her knees. "LEAH! WAKE UP!" She cried and scream but, no one came. Thats all she remembered.

Kara's lip trembled as she remembered it again and again. The blood on her face and the body of her best friend laying in the street. Dead. "Leah. I'm sorry. I should have looked to see if anything was coming." Her heart pounded in pain with the memories. She did remember the funeral. Maliki and Leah's family shunned her adn Clarik seemed different. That what started it up with Clarik thats what made Kara change into a rabel, She only wanted Leah. Thats all she ever wanted.

[emily anne salem]

Emily hated the feeling, looking at your own grave. She snickered when her mother had 'loving daughter' engraved on her stone. Yeah right if I was a loving daughter why did you kill me? she thought. She hated her other so much it was bordering on unhealthy. Examined her surroundings, everything was so quiet, she was alone what more could she ask for.

The one bad thing about being a ghost is that you have that bloody scar from how you were killed, Emily hated how she always scared people because of her stomach, it wasn't something she was proud of. She knew some ghosts who were proud of being able to scare people, all Em ever wanted was to be normal for once.

She turned and floated across the graveyard, she loved to just float along with the wind. That was the good part of being a ghost. She also loved the fact she could go invisible whenever wherever. She hated to be seen. She looked down at her stomach she even hated to look at it, her worst nightmare was looking at herself in the mirror, she was something out of a horror movie.

Emmy hated horror movie because of her life, her life was already just as disturbing as say saw or the ring. She hated the ring especially. She examined all of the graves, most young teens some she knew. She was startled when she saw another person looking at a grave. She inched in closer wanting to see who it was. She smiled, she didn't know her but she looked nice. Emily was still to afraid to start a conversation.

Emily cleared her throat, loud enough so the person could hear she hoped. When the person turned she went invisible i can't do this she though. But something was telling her she could. She appeared again. "Hello." Was all she could say.

[kara chandler glassesh]

Kara walked over to a different grave. It was another one of her friends, Mickey Zina Lorencia Age-17 1993-2007. They had all decieded to be barried together when they were younge because they where like sisters.


She laid down a batch of red and black roses. Kara's red hair whipped around her. Her hair was drenched roots to tips when the wind stopped. Mickey had comited suicide because of her father who had the words "Sweet pretty Mickey". That annoyed her. Her father didn't even care if she was alive only if she made him dinner!


Kara turned around to see a ghost. At the moment, nothing could be scarier then being wihtout her sisters. She patted down her dress and pushed smiled that didn't seem to fake. "Hello." She cocked her head to the side and smiled like a little girl.