After getting a 911 text from her best friend Julie, she goes over to her house, not expecting to find 3 teenage ghosts living in her mom's studio...
OR...
Falling in love, that's a normal thing, right?
Wrong.
Falling in love with a ghost who died...
After I left Julie's, I went home to find out that my dad still wasn't home. Where he was, I don't know. I never do.
I get all of my stuff that I left on the kitchen counter and take it all up to my room.
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After taking my shoes and jacket off, I put all of my school work on my desk and grab my guitar and song book, feeling inspired. I move over to my bed, facing away from the door and play a couple notes, trying to figure out a melody to a song I wrote earlier in the week.
Looking into my songbook, I see the words Broken Home written at the top of the page.
