My dad was always so weird. He’d come up with all these silly nicknames for me and my sister. She was 2 years younger than me yet she was doing the same homework. We usually walk or ride our bikes to school. When my dad decided to drive us one day. My sister was saying how she got a 100 on her test and his response was “That’s my goldfish!” We laughed then sang songs until we got to school....
It’s been 6 months since the accident. I wish I could hold him again but all I can do is watch. I’ve watched him break down, cry, and punch holes in his walls. I’m still trying to figure out how to use my powers. In case you haven’t figured it out yet, I’m a ghost. I don’t know how or why but it happened. One second I was walking down the cold concrete stairs of my apartment then I was float...