OK. So I had this cool idea for a 1x1(or atleast I think it's cool) where this teenage girl lived a fairly normal life with a boyfriend, school, parents, ya know...normal. But one day she dies (we can determin that later not that it really matters though) and so she turns into a ghost. Of corse she's sad that she dies and she goes around to see what her friends and family are doing about her death. As she suspected her family and firneds are broken up about her death but when she sees her boyfriend he seems fine...expecialy since he has a knew girlfriend and it hasn't even been a week yet. So the girl gets angrey yada yada yada. Now since she's a ghost she can see other ghosts. Some of them kind of nosey, other just plain creepy. I was thinking that maybe some romance could occure between her and another ghost :).

I had created this rp and someone joined but never ended up posting so I dicded to make a new one because I rwally think that if I find someone who will post that this could be a good rp.

So yeah. Tell me if you want to be apart of the rp and feel free to give sugestions on how to make it better if you want. Oh and by the way I kind of want to be the girl but I might be willing to switch to being the guy.

D'aww, thankies. ^_^ It's one of my fave self-composed poems.
Moving on. I just kinda spot-made this. That ok?

• Name- Zander Trinksly
• Age at which you died- 19
• Gender- Male
• Personality- Zander is witty and quick, and has a dislike for people who try to hide things about themselves, mainly because he sees right through most people. He is calm and placid, but will fight if need be.
• How you died- Fell off a cliff; was declared a suicide.
• Crush- None as of yet.
•  Appearance- 

((Lol I love you too then XD))

Paige was just wandering around the park her hands in her pockets as if she could feel the cold of the wind that was rustling the leaves. She wasn't happy but not sad or angrey at the moment either. She was just thinking. Thinking about what she would do with the rest of her dead life. She passed through a couple who were talking about getting a puppy. The girl wanted a wienner dog but the guy wanted a more 'manly' dog like a rottwiler or a mastif. Paige walked away from their boring conversation and deeper into the park. All the benches were taken with couple sitting down and kissing. It was wierd to watch them so she payed them no attention, untill she saw someone she knew.

She had to look back at the couple to see if that was who she thought it was. The couple were parcialy hidden behind a tree the guy trapping the girl against a tree their lips locked. It was who she thought. It was Ryan! She wasn't about to cry by any means if anything she about to tear his head off. It had only two days and he was allready playing a serious game of tonsil hockey with some girl she didn't even know. Her fists were clentched as she walked up to the pair. She took one good hit to his face but of corse it did nothing. She let out a scream of anger and a few ghosts that were wander around the park too looked at her whith quizical looks but quickly looked away when she glared at them. The girl giggled as Paige walked away completly un-aware of the boys dead girlfriend just a few feet away.

Paige's pace was quicker as she fled the scene. Her head was shaking slowly and her teeth were clenched as she planed what she would do to take revenge. Se couldn't really do anything since she was a ghost. All she could was watch and be tortured. Paige wasn't sure where she going now. Maybe to go watch the waves at the beach or go watch a movie to try and get her mind off of what she had just seen. Either way she knew that that image would be burned into her mind forever. And when she said forever, she ment forever now.

Zander was sat down, enjoying the 'festivities'. Not everyone got to be at their own funeral, after all. Bored with the way things were turning out, he was about to leave when he heard a priest enter the room. ''He can not be buried on our grounds; he committed suicide!'' He hears the preiest cry out. Clenching both his fists and his jaw, he walks up behind him and punches him full force. All that results is that the priest gets a cold shock.

''IT WASN'T SUICIDE DAMNIT!'' He shouts, outraged they would even think that. ''It was an accident! I was climbing and I fell!'' But, of course, no one could here him. Not anymore. He had to simply watch and endure as his mother cried and his father picked a fight with the priest, stand by as his little sister ran out in tears because of the shame. The shame his stupid tricks had caused.

Shaking his head, he walked out of the building, in the direction of the beach. Stopping short at the cliff where he supposedly 'jumped', he decided it. ''Why shouldn't I jump? I'm already dead, aren't I? What'll happen to me if I do jump?'' He shouted, standing there. He remained stood there for several moments, thinking about the possibilities. Would he float? Would he fly? Would he simply fall to the waves and walk back on shore? Or would he die again, for good this time? Sighing, he sat down on the edge, his feet dangling over the raging ocean before him.

Paige ended up at the beach. She could still smell the air and how it was salty from the sea only yards away but as the wing blew her hair didn't move. She could feel the wind but she didn't feel cold. She walked through several people as they walked up and down the fairly narrow concrete steps down to the sand that ended up turning into the ocean. She kicked up sand but nothing flew into the air. Once she made it to the edge of the beach where the water met land she sat down in the sand bringing her knees to her chest. She was still shaking her head slowly as the horrible scene replayed in her head over and over. She stared out at the ocean in front of her. As she looked out at the undulating sea she wondered what would happen if she touched it. Would her fingers get wet? Would she be able to breath underwater?

Paige looked away from the water and down at her converse. They were scuffed up and smudged with dirt and grass stains but there was no blood from when she got shot in the alley way on her way home. She had seen her body on the ground when she died. Her eyes wide open as she lay there in a pool of her own blood coming from her neck. The gangsters had fled the scene when they shot her and some lady had screamed as she fell to the ground. She left the alley after that. She didn't need to stay to know the lady called 9-1-1. She had gone home after that. She wanted to sleep in her bed that night, to see her parents. When she got home her parents hadn't known that she was dead yet but by the morning time they had their supictions. Of corse her parents were devistated but they knew that this might happen so they weren't to suprised. That day she had gone to school to see if her friends had founf out yet and of corse Jenna had. Jenna was Paige's right hand man so to speak. They were like sisters almost. They knew everything about each other even though they had just become friends a couple years ago. Jenna knew everything and anything about everyone and anyone. It was kind of wierd sometimes but at least Paige was allways in the loop. Jenna's eyes were red probably from crying and she was talking to her group of friends about how she was planing to find out what gang had killed Paige and how she was going to kill them. Paige highly doubted that Jenna would go any farther than going to the crime scene.

Paige looked up from her shoes again and looked at the cliff to her left. The ledge hung out right over the water. She had seen kids go up their before infact she had been one of them but she hadn't done to the ledge. She saw a kid up there now. He was sitting down at the very edge his feet dangling off the side. He was looking down at the water. What was he doing up their so close to the edge? Was he going to jump? Well there was nothing she could do to stop him since she was dead but she found herself getting up and walking over to the easyest way to get to the top. Once on top she started walking over to the kid on the edge and thats when she noticed that he was a ghost. He had a slightly tranclucent look to him just like all the ghosts in town. "What are you doinf up here?" she asked. She didn't say it in a way that sounded like she would mug him of his milk money or anything she just sounded curious.

((Sorry it took so long I was on the phone with my mom))

Zander looked behind him, his head turning lazily to look at the girl. He noted the slightly translucent air about her. That enough was proof she was a ghost; the fact she looked at him, even more so. ''Haven't you ever gone to the place where you died before?'' His voice was detatched, distant, as he thought of the tears that fell from his sisters young eyes. They would probably be streaming down from his cheeks too, but for some reason, he didn't feel like he needed to shed tears anymore. He didn't feel he needed to do anything anymore. What was the point? No one he loved could see him. Why go on?

Sighing deeply, he turned back to the sea before him, his blue eyes deeper than the frothy ocean below him, seemingly with deeper depths, even with the translucent quality about them. Shaking his burnt brown hair, ignoring the locks that shrouded his face, he wondered what would have happened if he hadn't of been so stupid. Would life had just continued on as normal as him? Would he have lived a normal, average, teenage life? He thought so. Then again, why postpone it? He was going to die eventually anyway. Suddenly, he began to doubt what he had done had really been an accident. Maybe that was just his mind trying its best to hide the truth from him.

He remembered when he was younger, and he used to come up here. He was an idiot even then, and often tried walking right to the very edge, his toes poking over the side. He was punished by his parents for it, but he did it anyway. He flinched at the memory. His parents. Not like he'd ever speak to them again, eh?

Zander looked up at her walking along the rocks. It would've been faster for her to jump. He found her reaction to what he had done hilarious and cracked a grin. ''Slightly so, yes. I believe dying may have dehinged me slightly. Maybe it's dehinged you too, you just haven't started showing it yet.'' He said, giving a light-hearted laugh at the end.

Walking back up the way she got on the cliff, he stood on the top, and smiled, closing his arms and spreading his arms wide. He could feel the wind, but no cold, he could stand there in the pouring rain or in the snow and remain warm. Funny. Funny, now that he was dead, was the only time he could be truly alive.