I was having one of those summers. Nothing was happening and time seemed to be dragging. What I didn't realise, was that time was in fact moving along rather quickly; I was just out of step.
It's a funny thing. I had been stressing about whether or not to go to university, my parents, all the usual stuff, but I needn't have bothered. Life, or should I say, death, has a way of making those decisions for you.
So, here I am. Heaven didn't want me and earth is just as scary for the dead as it is for the living. Do I know what I'm going to do with my life, sorry, my afterlife? Well, if they say life is for the living, this must be for the rest of us...