CHAPTER 1
Mood:  lyrical
As the voices in the clearing continued their quiet words, I rushed to the farthest tree. The wind blew fiercely at me, leaving me chilled to the bone. Glum voices bursted into song, causing me to cover my ears.
Or maybe I should start from the beginning. The funny thing is, usually someone starts this sort of thing with the simple "My name is-" and then their name. You see, I cannot do this. I do not have a name. Nor do I really have an appearance, not anymore. I am a ghost.
That is supposedly me that they are singing to. I used to have a name-Relie. A pretty name for a pretty girl.
I had long brown hair with a curled tip and the eyes of the ocean. Everyone seemed to be my friend. No more.
You don't have a name when you are a ghost. Your name is taken from you. Your appearance is a smoky substance, that fors itself into a shape resembling a human. That is all. You are nothing.
Shan't I go to heaven? No. I have chosen, for now, to watch my friends and family continue their lives for a while. I wanted to be there for them still, even if they could no longer be there for me.
Even though I run from the voices tonight, I know I shall be back tomorrow, to see what my grave looks like among the other ones.
You are probably wondering how I died. As you may have noticed, I am merely a child. Well, I have nothing better to do than to tell you the story.

The autumn leaves crackled as Gina and I jumped on them, our laughter matching with the sounds of the afternoon.
When Gina had gone into her house, I was walking out of her neighborhood, I spotted her strange neighbor, Geoffrey.
Geoffrey was avoided by almost everyone since he got out of jail a few weeks ago. As I left the neighborhood and continued down the sidewalk, I heard a noise behind me. I turned and saw Geoffrey, following me. As soon as he saw me looking at him he jumped me, sending me into the trees. He stood at my feet, reaching into his pocket. He drew out a knife.
I tried to worm my way away from him, but he just kneeled down, the knife shining with the sun.
I was paralyzed as the knife drew nearer and nearer to me, and then finally, it came.
The sense of me leaving my body was weird, but I was just standing there beside Geoffrey, and saw my body on the ground. He smiled wickedly at the body, then picked it up and laughed before heading towards Ginas house, with my body.
He rang the doorbell, and there Gina was, gaping at my body in dismay. "What happened?" she demanded.
"I found her in the woods when I was taking a walk," Geoffrey replied, his eyes fogged up with imaginary pain.

That's how it happened. Geoffrey obviously thinks that he can get away with this, but I'll try the best I can to get him back in that jailhouse, even if I am a ghost.