It was a peaceful evening with a clear blue sky as I joyfully got into my new car that my parents had bought for my sixteenth birthday. It was the newest BMW convertible. My whole day had been amazing. I woke up and saw presents in every corner of my room. There must have been at least 30. For breakfast my family took me to a fancy pancake restaurant where all the chairs where shaped like hot chocolate mugs and the table was like a round pancake. For lunch and dinner I ate at home with my family and we sang songs and watched movies and all of us had the best time. It was all a bit unusual because my parents usually don't have time for me, even if it is my birthday. Finally, they took me outside to the garage to see the new car that had just been dropped off. I hadn't expected that at all because my parents always told me that I would have to buy my own car. That was probably the best day of my life, considering it was also my last one.

That was a year ago. My family seems to have moved on, they have a new baby and they are all very happy. My ghost still lingers, mostly near my house. I guess I wasn't ready to move on like my family did. I bet you are wondering how I died. Well, even though it was a year ago, I can still Remember it, clear as the sky was on that very day.

As I was getting into my car I thought about all the places I could go to show off my new car. I decided to drive to the mall. Maybe I could buy some new clothes with my extra birthday money. As I drove down the street thoughts were spinning in my head. What would I buy? Who should see my new car first? How should I thank my parents? But all those thoughts were stopped as soon as I saw the one car in front of me. That one car that had killed me. It was stopped right in the middle of the road where any car behind it would have crashed. I slammed my foot on the brakes, but the car didn't stop. In a split second my car collided with the one in front. I died with my mouth wide open in horror. The police didn't do much about it. They didn't seem to care. The car in front was crashed so badly that they couldn't make out what the license plate was. So, they called the whole incident an accident. I knew it wasnt an accident. I knew that someone had placed the car right there, just so that I would crash into it. Obviously, if the police didn't know who's car it was, I wouldn't be able to find out either. I didn't have any ghostly powers like in the movies, the only thing I could do was be invisible. I couldn't fly or walk through walls I was just like normal but no one could see me. For a few weeks I just wandered. I waited for a sign or a signal or something to tell me what to do. But I later realized that the only thing I had to do was find out who's car it was. I wasn't sure where to start so I decided to just stay around my family for a while till I had figured what To do.

So here I am, standing outside my dining room window. My parents are sitting at the table with their new daughter, Katara. I didn't mean to stay around my house for so long but I just couldn't help it. I guess I was jealous of their new baby and that they were all getting along fine without me. They had even taken down the family picture of all three of us and changed it to a picture of them with Katara. There wasn't a single picture of me anywhere in the house. They had even removed everything in my room and left it empty. A tear trickled down my face. Why didn't my family care about me? In a second the sadness was gone. Anger had moved in. "Why should I care about my family if they don't care about me? I could even say that my dad and mom left that car out there to kill me!" And that's when the horrible idea set itself in my mind. What if my parents killed me on purpose? I ran to the driveway and saw the new car. Exactly the same style but with a new license plate. Of course the car was the same so neighbors wouldn't be suspicious. No one remembers license plates of others, you only Remember your own. No wonder my parents were so happy on my birthday. I guess they didn't hate me as much as to make my death day as bad as any other. Why did my parent kill me, I don't know, but the only thing I know is that I can leave earth now because I know the truth and that is all I needed. I don't care why they killed me. I'm dead and no one can do anything to change it. Am I sad that my parents didn't want me anymore? Of course, but I suppose life is only for a reason and my time was over.

"Honey is Katara asleep?"
"Yes I put her to bed about an hour ago"
"Oh I'm so glad we got rid of that other girl. She was a rotten child. We should have never taken her from the orphanage, we always wanted a daughter that was our own child anyways."
"Well dear, that's why we cut the breaks on her car and left ours in the middle of the road."
"Yes, you're right, well she's gone now... for good."