I will today. Later though. And thanks for reading!!!!!! I think that's the appropriate thing to say....
I don't like this part as much as the other part, but it's necessary. I don't think it as well written as the other part either. And it's shorter. live we will though. It took a while for it to sink in. Days, actually. He went through the grand revelation, the "I cant believe it" phase, then the "this should be fun" phase, then just numbness. He thought: He was a ghost. A dead person walking the earth. Something only seen in the true darkest nightmares. Something people wished they could be to haunt, to play jokes on others. Just for fun. But those who wished to become a ghost never actually believed it would happen. That it might happen like this. Dying and going to the floaty-happy place only to return to Earth. But, in the grand scheme of things, maybe he understood. This was hell. Just hell. Hell on earth. Yup. That was it. He was being punished. For his terrible life and for his suicide. Well...best to make the most of it. Hell is only hell when you make it hell right? Not exactly the saying, but it worked for him. Now, though, he accepted it. The fact that he was a ghost. Not the "hell on earth" part. That wouldn't be accepted. Jake would change that. He would. He'd have to. He couldn't stand it. And with that, he made his decision: he needed a hobby. A ghostly hobby, yes, but still a hobby. He pondered that as he sat in his old room, in his old bed, on his old comforter, in his new home. What had he liked to do before? He had liked to...draw. Drawing was his favorite thing. He looked around his room, seeing all his sketches and wondering why he hadn't noticed before. With that decision, he sat down in his chair at his desk. His old desk, he reminded himself, still numb, until he realized that he'd never landed in the chair. What the- Jake helped as he fell through the chair...and the floor. He had gone through the floor. Huh. That was new, he thought, and got up. He probably should've been more worried about that, but he just couldn't conjure up the emotion. Within four days, he had found out that he was a ghost, his feet never touched the ground and he floated, and that, apparently, he went through floors. Go figure.
This is probably the best story on PiMD Fan Fiction. As far as I can tell yours is the only story with decent grammar, organization, as well as decent syntax and diction. Then again I've only read like the first two pages of FF but still. I also like the plot a lot!
Lol ohhhhhhhhh thank you!!!!! If I'd paid attention in my last English class I'd know what (exactly) the last two words mean but I didn't.... but thanks!!! Lol you never know. It might propose one day.... and thanks!!!