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I stood in horror as I saw her lying there. The temperature had dropped by 20 degrees and a breezy chill gave me shivers down my spine and made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. She had gone as stiff as a board and her skin was like porcelain. She made no sound as she lay there in her deep sleep.

I watched her as she was getting buried into her grave, the smell of dead bodies wafting through the air. I couldn't take it any longer, but I watched and waited, dreading what would happen next.

That night, when I was in bed, I couldn't help thinking about her. I could hear the small voice in the back of my head telling me to go back and visit her grave.

Careful not to wake my parents up, I climbed out of bed, put some clothes on, grabbed a torch and tip-toed accross the landing, careful not to make the wooden floorboards creak.

It was a strange night, extremely cold for the middle of the summer. The wind was attacking like sharp knives and attacking the loose flaps in the fence. The sky was pitch black and the stars had dispersed behind the clouds.

" In memory of Megan Williams, age 12, died August 25th 2006" I read out aloud from her gravestone. I leaned on the gravestone and started crying. I couldn't help it. I remembered all the good times we had together and her favourite phrase was...

"Hey! Let's go to Quiggins!" said a shrill voice from behind me. I recognised that voice anywhere. Not believing it, I turned around and saw a ghostly figure of Megan standing there, grinning at me.

I couldn't believe my eyes! Is this for real, or am I dreaming? I cried for joy and tried hugging her, apart from I couldn't because she was just a spirit. I screamed my head off in delight of seeing her again.

"ok..ok no need for all that emotional stuff!" said Megan, "So are we going to Quiggins or what?"

"Well, it won't be open now will it?" I asked her.

"Well not usually, but there's a disco party going on tonight, so I thought I may as well make an effort in turning up!" she replied. At that comment, I just laughed, I couldn't imagine the look on the lad's face, the one who blamed us for smoking in the shop when it wasn't us!

"of course we're going," I replied.

As you can probably tell, Quiggins was Megan's favourite shop. She got everything she owned there (clothes-wise.)

As we approached Quiggins, the air filled with the smell of freahly baked bread from "Sayers" and made our mouths water and long to sink our teeth into fit sausage rolls.

As we entered Quiggins, the music boomed loudly and it was full of people dancing, talking, singing and laughing. It had been re-decorated and there were two skaters giving out free evanescence cd's by the door.

We had a great time and it was soon time for us to leave. This was the most specialist day of my life and I will never forget it.

After that, I visited Megan's grave every day and we went to different places and went shopping and even sometimes she would come to school with me but only I could see her because she was spirit. I'll always remember her and she is the best friend anyone could hope for.