"Karla's Ghost" it's a narrative essay

The bell rang, it's the end of fourth period in Lincoln School; just as I'm rushing out of room 206, I bump into a garbage can right in the middle of the hallway! Someone must have been cleaning his or her locker. I'm going through the hallway as if I was being tackle by a football team. As I pass a window I see its sunny and that I will have a nice walk home. Finally …

…bright as never before; I could actually see my shadow in front of me. I feel upset, but I don't accept the fact of Karla's death. The sun keeps shining bright, and as I am thinking of Karla I see a light shadow silhouette right next to mines, I close my eyes and picture it's her. Then I hear, " hi." At this moment I knew she was dead, and I strongly believe that ghost exist.