Italicized print is ghosts talking. Just a little something I thought could be important to know. (Trust me it is.)
Ghost Ship Driver
Raine leapt out of bed, her hair in a braid to avoid knots. Her bruises were still fresh, and the cuts on her wrist and leg were still raw. She looked fearfully towards her door. Her parents would wake up soon! It was a quiet Monday morning. She’d plotting her escape for a month now, and was fully capable and ready to execute her plan. She grabbed all the necessary materials to escape from her closet and around her room. She may have eaten lunch or dinner for three months now, but it would all be worth it when she could live free. Her dad knocked on the door.
“You there, Raine?” He called in, waiting anxiously for an answer.
“Yes dad,” Raine whispered, afraid to be too loud. It was 5:00 A.M.
Raine waited for his footsteps to disappear before she ripped out her maps of the a