Here's one thing

 

It turns out that I got George and Pattie's wedding date wrong!

It was in 1966, not 1964 (they divorced in 1977.)

Here's Chapter Two of my story.

Enjoy!

 

THE NONSENSE PLACE

 

CHAPTER TWO

 

Why? Why did I have to die in that dumb hurricane? As I am feeling angry all over, a warm hand touches my shoulder.  I was startled.  But there was nothing to be afraid of.  Was there? It was a girl with straight golden hair with streaks of chocolate brown, with emerald green eyes and a kind and happy smile.  "Hello?" I say nervously.  "You must be Pattie Dennis," she says softly.  "Welcome." I look around.  There is a river that instead of rocks at the bottom, there are any kind of jewels you could wish for.  There is a sky that is a mix of sky blue and turquoise.  There is a lavender meadow with flowers that smell like my dad's bacon.  A willow tree that smells like roses.  And an apple tree with apples that smell like apples but taste like sausage.  It is actually very good.  "What is your name?" I ask the girl.  "That I can't tell you." "Why not?" I demanded.  "I just can't." She says. 

"Well, I actually don't want to know anyway," I snapped.  Then I just walk away without looking behind once.  I looked down at Dylan, with her long pumpkin orange locks covering her chubby tear stained cheeks and deep hazel eyes.  I am furious.  I am furious because I died on my birthday, I wasn't even a TEENAGER yet, my parents hearts are broken, and Dylan is getting more teased and bullied than ever becasue of her hair and I'm not there to stick up for her.  I go up to the golden haired girl and smack her right across the face.  She runs away after that.

I start to feel bad.  Very bad.  I'm going to earth.  I sneak across the bridge to The Nonsense Place, which I have decided to call it.  I go to where I used to go to school, where the most popular girl in the school, Layla, bullies Dylan.  But it turns out not just because of Dylan's hair she is being teased, it's her name.  Layla calls Dylan a boy.  I see Dylan's face get the color of fire.  I do, too.  I can feel it.  If I were alive, I would go up to Layla and smack her.

Layla was always pretty.  She had curly, silky, and shiny black hair, caramel skin, turquoise eyes, and very white teeth.  The only problem was Layla's attitude.  She was always mean to the kids who got straight A's, and Dylan and I were one of those kids, I guess that she couldn't stand just getting almost all A's and one B. 

Layla was always a problem.  She was always bragging that she was named after an Eric Clapton song, which was true. 

 

END OF CHAPTER TWO