The Burned Down and Vacant Neighborhood

quietness i thought "''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''WHY IS IT SO QUIET" i yeled

I take out a notepad and pen and start to draw.

I start changing the color of the pen, when I run out of red, I use my own blood.

I sat and kept staring at the others.

I sighed.

"I feel as though we're being watched."

"There are other poltergeists and ghosts here,"I said.

I lay down.

I feel like dying.

I kept looking at them, wishing I was alive. I bet other dead people wished they were alive too. But how should I know, I've never really talked to any before, I thought.

"Anybody feel like we're about to die of boredom?!"
"ME ME!"

I covered my ears.

i looked around

I think I must look like a total emo.

OOC:I switched the best friend and chris photos

I looked at the floor.

I sigh

I walked around.
I played with my hoodie sleeve.

I decided finally that I had to meet some new people (or whatever they are), and got up, drifting towards the creepy-looking guy.

"Hello."

"Hi."

"I-I'm Rosa."

"I'm Christopher.