I died on a summer afternoon. I found out that there is a life after death for I had attended my own funeral. I floated in the back of the room as I watched my mother cry for the first time, I never seen her cry before in my shortened life. I watched my friends cry like a newborn baby, some tried to keep their composure but at the end there were tears running down the side of their cheeks. A drunk driver hit me with his pickup truck while I was riding my bike. I was only thirteen years old. I entered my parent's room through the ceiling while my mom was on her knees praying by her beside one night. "I'm so sorry this happened to you baby  she said "I wish this happened to me instead, I know it would've been tough on you but its even harder for me losing my baby.  She continued on "I miss you so much already, I love you.  I wrapped my arms around her whispered in her ear "I love you too mom  as I continued to give her a kiss on the cheek. I saw a smile appear as she wiped the tears off her face. I was dead for a week when I would have started my first day of high school. One of the many things I will never get to experience. I thought I would go anyways especially since nobody has screamed that they've seen a ghost yet. I saw all my friends still in disbelief of the tragic events. I watched as they put their belongings in the lockers that were assigned to them. I saw Ashley post pictures on the inside of her locker, most of which included me. Her eyes water up, as the wound was still very fresh. As much as I disliked school this was the only time I want to go, in the flesh form of course. Nick was my best friend since we met in 1st grade when I first moved here. I followed him to the algebra class we were suppose to be in together. I saw him look at the seat I would've sat in. I was able to hear him mumble under his breath "I wish you were here right now bro.  I wanted to say something to him, anything at all that would le