Ok, here it is, but I'm not so sure I like it. But I have promised myself that I AM going to finish it haha oh yea, crits are much appreciated 
ps: sorry it's kinda short,...at least I think it is 
Zane Hawkins had curly, brown hair that was so shiny it reminded me of melted chocolate. His skin was light bronze and made him look Egyptian. His eyes were deep and kind and the exact same color as his hair. He stood at about 5'11'', but that was when he was in tenth grade. His birth date was January 7, 1992. But no one paid attention to that date anymore. Now, every one's pitying eyes gazed down sadly at the date right beside it. The date beside the hyphen. His death date.
No one really knew how Zane had died. His body had been found sprawled on the floor of his room, a small pocketknife resting in his fingers. Funny thing was, there were no stab wounds. The conducted autopsy had revealed absolutely nothing. His death was a complete mystery. He had simply ceased living.
Of course, our tiny town had left it at that. Never wanting to cause a disruption in our quiet community, everyone rejected the idea that any crime had been committed. Except I knew something was going on, something strange, something I couldn't put my finger on. Especially since I was convinced Zane was haunting my house.
Yeah, I know, haunting? That's why I couldn't tell anyone, not even my best friend, Taylor. Who's going to take some tenth grade kid-who-evidently-believes-in-ghosts-and-thinks-her-crush-who-died-two-weeks-ago-is-haunting-her seriously? But all the signs were there! Weird things had been happening to my house since his death, and who else could it be?
One time, Maitlin, my little sister, was drinking red Hawaiian punch in the den. She was just standing there holding it up to her mouth about to take a drink, when WHAM! Something shoved the cup right into her face! Of course, my mother had scolded her for spilling it in the den, but I just burst out laughing, because I was sure I knew who it was. But, of course, that was only one incident.
Ma had set her wallet and credit card on the counter once, and came back to find them gone. She sent me looking everywhere, but we couldn't find anything. Finally, she checked the counter in one last moment of desperation, and whaddya know; there they sat, like they had never even been touched. Maitlin and I still tease her that she's going senile. It appeared my ghost had a sense of humor.
I chuckled a little at the memory, as I stared down at Zane's obituary. But then I stopped myself. How could I laugh while he was dead? I would never even see him again- at least not in human form. I would never pass him in the hallway at school. Never watch him win another soccer game. I would never hear that contagious laugh of his in the cafeteria again; the kind of laugh that made people around him sneak glances at the owner of the sound, their eyes crinkle at the corners in a smile.
Suddenly, a crash echoed down the hallway and into the kitchen where I stood. I remembered I had let Annabella out so it couldn't have been her. It could only be one other person -er- thing. Zane.
I wanted to go in there so badly. I wanted to see him this time, to talk to him. But suddenly, I was afraid. What if he wasn't the same person that he used to be? Or what if he had never really been the person I thought he was- the kind, caring, and gentle high school boy who picked up my pencil everytime I dropped it in biology.
No, I couldn't think like that. He couldn't have changed. He hadn't changed.
I swallowed hard, and clutching the paper in my right hand, crept into the living room.
"Well," I murmured, taking in the scene.
A glass of water I had left on the coffee table now lay on the shiny wood floor in a million pieces, and the table had scooted a few inches away from its place.
"What happened here?" I asked, barely a whisper, and sank into the couch slowly. A stream of profanities, interrupted by a few "ow's!" followed.... only they weren't coming out of my mouth. This was the voice of a teenage boy. Yes! I knew it was him! This assured me, and I was able to relax, but just barely.
"Whoa. Who is that?" I asked drawing back. The voice stopped abruptly. "Y-you can hear me?" It finally managed.
"Um, yeah. Now please show yourself before I deem myself crazy," I joked. I knew I wasn't crazy. I had a pretty good idea of who I was talking to, I just needed to see to make sure. If only I could see him! Then I could be positively one hundred percent sure...
"Well, that might be a problem.... You see, I don't know how to make myself appear to anyone. I don't even know how you can hear me. I've been trying to talk to you for days, but you never seem to listen. And why in the world am I here? Why can't I leave? And why can't anyone but you hear me?? Or see me?" It burst out.
"Well, at least tell me your name," I compromised.
"That's another problem. What is my name? I don't even remember! What happened?"
"You're asking me? How should I know?" I said.
"But hey, you look familiar. Have I ever seen you before?"
"I highly doubt it," I grumbled. Don't I wish he had!
Just then, the low, steady purr of my mom's Toyota something interrupted our short conversation. I let out my breath in frustration. Why'd she have to come home now?
"Oh, crap. um okay, listen, don't talk to me around them, okay?" I said.
"But, why?"
"Because I will feel compelled to answer, and my family will then send me to an insane asylum," I explained, rolling my eyes. Whatever his response was, it got interrupted by Mom's key jiggling the lock, and he fell silent.
The door swung wide, letting the dim evening light in, and I realized it was quite dark in my house. That was kinda creepy. Mom hurried in, followed by Maitlin, both carrying about five grocery bags each. Maitlin ran to the kitchen counter and dropped the bags, gasping. Dramatic, as always, I thought sourly.
She turned to where I still sat on the couch. "Gee, thanks for all your help, Vivi." She stared me down and flipped her perfectly highlighted hair off of her forehead, before whirling around and stomping back into the kitchen.
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