Curate, connect, and discover
I breathe in and out angrily, non-existent veins popping in my head.
"WHAT IS THAT BITCH DOING HERE?" I bellow, I turn and look towards the Grim Reaper who shrugs.
"I got no idea man." He says, scratching his head in confusion himself.
"GET HER OUT OF HERE!" I tell my mother even though she's to busy drowning herself in tears. From within my earshot, I hear my best friends whispering to themselves.
"I mean, this is a new low, even for her." They say and I can't yell at them that it isn't my choice.
I scowl and turn towards the uninvited guest in horror as she gives a speech at my funeral.
"I will haunt you for life... Umbridge."
You die in a freak accident and watch your funeral as a spirit. You’re shocked to see who comes to pay their last respects to you.