When I died, my shadow decided they would take over. But this isn’t my story. It’s my shadow’s. So I’ll hand it over to them.

My name is Shade. I used to be nothing but a shadow. But when my person died, everything changed. At first, I was confused by everything. But soon, I realized that I had shadow powers.

I didn’t know what to do, so…I stole my person’s life. I went to school. Everyone thought I was a ghost. I pretty much am. I didn’t mind until kids started bullying me just because I was a ghost. “Hey, look! It’s Shade the weirdo!” I just sighed.

Later, it happened again. “Come back here, you little freak!” I turned around. Slowly. “And just who do you think you are?” I blurted. “Oh, look, the thing can **talk!”**The bully-Brad-teased.

“Oh, so that’s how you want to play?” I whispered. I dashed towards him, and as he stumbled backwards, I fluttered straight into his shadow. _“Ugh, this thing is nasty!” _My voice echoed. “H-Hey! My shadow isn’t g-gross!” Brad stuttered. _“Well, you’re not the one who’s inside it,” I whispered. _

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Days later, no one dared mess with me after what happened to Brad. “H-Hey! Careful what you say round Shade!” I heard someone say. Tee-Hee. I love my life. Even though I pretty much stole it. Eh. I don’t care.

_Sequel Coming Soon! _