“Oh, hello there! The names Bond, James Bond, just kidding, my names Jack, Jack Baxter. I’m just like any 15 year old you will ever meet. Wait, nevermind, forget I said that. Hello my names Jack Baxter, And I’m dead. I know what you are thinking’,Jack Baxter, How could a devilishly good looking teen as you die?’ Well, I’ve got five words for you: My dad sucks at driving. I was born, I lived, then I died, that's my life thus far. Luckily for all you fantastic viewers out there, I’m a ghost,” I remark happily reaching the end of my own little ghastly New York alley.

I call it my alley of course, because it was where I died. Well, I died like three feet away on the street. Technically, I died in a squad, but I mean my soul or whatever popped back …show more content…
This time I step through the gate before her. She wasn’t joking, it seemed anything that you threw has an afterlife counterpart.

“ I got the jacket here, It really ties my outfit together, doesn’t it.” She remarks, opening the jacket by both sides. “Look around, man, you’ll be amazed what you can find.” I look around and find an old pair of aviators and a biker’s leather jacket, It had A flaming skull on the back, so I thought it looked pretty cool. After, after taking my red plaid shirt off, rolling the jacket’s sleeves up, and placing the aviators over my actual glasses, I slide over to her as she lays on a little bench listening to an older song on a CD player. “Sooooooo,” I drag on for a few seconds, “ If we’re gonna be friends now I figured we should match, so I found some things.”

She turns her head, and in result of seeing the crooked aviators fighting for position over my ears she begins laughing, “ Little hint, Peter Parker, Your eyes are totally fine in the after world.” Thanks to her hint, I place my glasses in the soft pocket of my jacket. “ Let me say, Peter Parker, That’s more like it.You look like a real lieutenant Pete