• I woke up in bed as usual, only I don't remember going home. I got out of bed and snuck past my pastout mother. I walked outside silently closing the big wooden door in the front of our huge white house. I walked down the street while putting on my headphones and pluging them into my ipod nano. I waved to a couple of neighbors, but they had no response to me as usual. I later walked past the school I was supposed to be in right now. 6 absences. I walked past laughing a little. I continued walking until I got to the drugstore. I walked in a grabbed a 2 liter soda. I walked up to the cash-register, but the soda wasn't in my hands. I looked back and the soda sure enough was in there untouched. I looked really hard until I noticed the dust I wiped off was still there. Maybe I'd imagined getting it? I walked out, and I heard a gunshot inside. Screaming people running out too. I looked in and a guy with a 45. magnum had shot the man behind the counter, Mr. Benny. He was stuffing money into a bag, the man I mean. I ran inside and jumped on him, beating him senseless. I heard money being shuffled into a bag. I looked back and saw the man stealing more money. I looked back under me, and he was gone. I ran out and kicked the window. But as soon as it shadered, it was there again. I ran back to the school. Everytime I grabbed somebody or talked to them, time just rewound itself to right before I made contact. Everybody ignored me. I remember last night now. And I felt sick to my stomach. I was walking down howard avenue and Slipped off the road fell off the hill where the street is. I landed in thick mud, and I had trouble getting up, but eventually I did, and I fell into another mess. I had tumbled backwards, and off a cliff. It was at least 6 stories high, from the muddy, slippery top to the sharp, rock-infested bottom. But I dogded the rocks somehow, and hit the ground aimlessly. I was a ghost, I was dead.