One day, in Livonia Michigan, a girl about 12 years of age lived in the peaceful town. Or so she thought...

I guess you could say my life is normal. Now, anyway. When it first happened, that was scary, but I got used to it. A contact here and there...oh, sorry, you probably have no clue what I’m talking about. Let me start from the beginning. I’m Crystal. I’m a popular girl...I guess...and it really helps that my boyfriend is captain of the football team, and the fact that I’m the head cheerleader. I have strait, shiny blonde hair that goes down a little passed my shoulders. Quincey, my boyfriend, says my hair is my best feature.

"Yo, was up, babe?" says Quincey. "Hey" I say to him. I’m at my locker and he just came over. "So, you wanna do something later?" He asks. "I got cheerleading practice. Don’t you have football?" I answer him. "Nope. It was canceled." This goes on a little while longer, then we finally go to class. It was so boring. After school I go to cheerleading and then walk home. When I get home, I sleep. Over night I have a strange dream. There’s this lady. She’s really old, and she doesn’t speak. She looks at me. Then ghosts fly around me and kill me. I have this dream over and over again. Finally, it happens for real and I die. I’m heart broken because while in heaven, I stand by this big golden gate. I look down. He doesn’t even go to my funeral! He finds a new girlfriend...that little jerk Lillian Bivolock. Then I decide to strike him with lighting and then watch the Hell demons to come and bring him to Hell. I turn around, smirk on my face, and walk into the gates as they close behind me.