How I Died

   I'm the ghost of the girl who died. So I'm looking for food and I can't find any. I get very weak, too weak to continue. The plants around don't look to be nourishing I fall asleep and I DIDN'T wake up. Thinking about it just makes me sad so, I'm going to change the topic. Slavery is a terrible thing. I don't think this is fair at all. I hope the world changes but I'm not sure it will anytime soon. I never did find my friends, I feel like I'll never get to do any of the great things I could do. My time ran out, I'm done. Goodbye, goodbye.