Hey everyone!! This is a novel I'm working on and I'd appreciate it if I could get some good advice or pointers even 
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Haunted: To See Hells Flames
Chapter One
"I don't see why you never talk, Spectre." The girl, Spectre glanced up at the person who was talking, cold snowy eyes meeting with warm green ones. "I'm always here and you know that,"
Spectre looks back down, at the food on her plate, poking the gourmet food infront of her, disgusted with both the food in front of her and the woman who was trying to get into her head, like the woman actually cared about her. Spectre snorts at the thought, as a white strand fell into her eyes, she pushed the strand out, getting up.
Her foster mother silently and sadly watched her walk away, almost as if she were now hopeless. "Spectre, please, talk to me..." The ghostly girl only flips her off, storming up the stairs and slamming her bedroom door shut.
Sometimes I wish life weren't hard, she doesn't care...she doesn't care at all and if she did, she would stop prying about my life...about what happened...about what he did to me...
Tossing a ball up in the air, Spectre closed her eyes, falling into a deep slumber.
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Um...any advice, pointers...etc? ^^;
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Haunted: To See Hells Flames
Chapter One
"I don't see why you never talk, Spectre." The girl, Spectre glanced up at the person who was talking, cold snowy eyes meeting with warm green ones. "I'm always here and you know that,"
Spectre looks back down, at the food on her plate, poking the gourmet food infront of her, disgusted with both the food in front of her and the woman who was trying to get into her head, like the woman actually cared about her. Spectre snorts at the thought, as a white strand fell into her eyes, she pushed the strand out, getting up.
Her foster mother silently and sadly watched her walk away, almost as if she were now hopeless. "Spectre, please, talk to me..." The ghostly girl only flips her off, storming up the stairs and slamming her bedroom door shut.
Sometimes I wish life weren't hard, she doesn't care...she doesn't care at all and if she did, she would stop prying about my life...about what happened...about what he did to me...
Tossing a ball up in the air, Spectre closed her eyes, falling into a deep slumber.
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Um...any advice, pointers...etc? ^^;
