I turned to look at Jamie and he was trying to smile but I knew he didn't like it that I didn't write about him.

Few months had passed and there was still on luck with mum. The next day at school something happened which completely changed my life and how I behaved. The fire alarm went off and all I could hear were screaming children. People were pushing and shoving trying to get out. Sheila, my best friend dragged me to the corner and said "where were you?"

I replied "I was trying to get out, anyway is there a real fire."

"There have been rumours that there is a gunman in the building." Said Sheila, scared to death.

"Who is it, tell me Sheila. Is it someone we know? Tell me." I said.

I remembered Jamie walking towards the annexe near 9L'S form room, but he never returned. I'm really worried, where's Jamie, the gunman could kill him unless he is the gunman.

I remember one of grandpa's antiques were his gun, which Jamie found but never returned. So it could possibly be him. I didn't want to leave Jamie on his own, so I decided to go to the annexe and get him out of the building. I had to crawl because if the police saw me, they might think that I am the gunman. The double doors which head to the annexe were locked for some reason. I didn't understand why. The DT room door was wide open so I crawled in and took some tools for defense. I climbed through the window and I got into the path to the annexe.

I was still crawling until I heard footsteps heading my way. I was so scared that I ran into the English room which was next to me. This figure was coming nearer. It finally went so I carried on my journey and entered the final door which led to 9L's form room. I crawled into their form room and wanted some air so I went to the window and I found Terry Baggleshaw (Ashlea's ex-boyfriend) holding a gun. My heart beat faster because I realized that he had a gun in his hand. I then looked carefully at the gun and saw that it was a fake. The one's you get out of the cornflake boxes.

"What are you doing 'ere? Spyin' on me, eh?" whispered Terry.

"Www what are you doing here? Are you the gunman, tell me now!" I shouted.

The next image I saw was a white garden, Terry had punched me.

I slowly opened my eyes and found that I was in hospital and mum was whispering "Mollie, Mollie are you there? Doctor, she's alive."

The doctor me to rest and the following day, I went to talk to my psychologist. She told me that I had developed what mum had and that Jamie was a still born baby and when people were ill they could see him, that's why most people could see him.

Mum agreed to see the doctor regularly and dad started sending money to help me and mum. My psychologist didn't know who Jamie was I told her read my essay he's in there. But I didn't write about him. I thought he was alive but because I had what mum had, I could see him. A ghost, Jamie was a ghost.

Life is very, very different now. I feel completely lost and I also feel as if half of my body is missing. I realized it wasn't Jamie who vandalized Dr Zealander's car, set fire to dad's house, it was me, all along. I always blamed everything on Jamie.

Jamie was a ghost who was encouraging me to stand up to everybody; I turned out to be quite evil but showed I wasn't. Now it all makes sense, Jamie isn't Jamie, he's me. I control him and myself. I am Jamie and Mollie. (But really Mollie).