The Ghost Girl, Living In My Room.

Chapter One.

                                                                        --CHAPTER ONE--

For everything you have missed, you have gained something else, and for everything you gain, you lose something else.

                                                                                 Dylan Kamp.

My first day at school was better than I thought it would be. I met a nice girl called Rose and some how warmed to her in the space of the morning and the afternoon. I gazed up at my ceiling and thought about how the current day was going to be. I sat up and looked out the window of the motel we were staying at, my mother and sister were sleeping on the one and only bed in the room and I-willingly-took the sofa. Outside looked more comfortable than inside this motel room, but Mom wasn't picky, she just wanted us to get a roof over our heads for the night until we found some place more permanent. My mother worked hard to give my sister, Alison and I the best she could, her job as a waitress could barely keep us up but we tried. 

Whenever I go to school, I have to bring my backpack of clothes with me, I normally hid it in a nearby bush so I wouldn't be the laughing stock of the school. I got up and went to shower myself off. I didn't bother shrieking when the ice cold water hit my back, I was used to it. I pulled on a grey shirt and a pair of jeans. I kissed my mother and sister's foreheads before picking up my backpack and leaving the room.

I counted the change I had in my pocket at the bustop. I ignored the gazes I was receiving from the elderly lady next to me. I had twenty five cent and a piece of string.  I sighed and started to walk down the sidewalk. It was pretty windy so I put my hood up and lowered my head before anything flew in my face. I looked up to see if there were any road signs and something flew right in my face, I groaned and pulled it out of my face. 

It was a red silky ribbon, it was a bit dirty-I guess It's come a long way. It looked so familiar, I sighed and let it go; Only for it to fly back in my face again. I muttered a swear word under my breathe before brushing it out of my face and walking faster. I arrived school just in time for the bell, I quickly stashed my backpack in the bush that I put it in yesterday and then I looked out for Rose. 

The first lesson started and she wasn't there yet, I tapped my foot impatiently on the floor. There was a knock on the door and a lady walked in-the receptionist-she handed the teacher a piece of paper before smiling at me in a welcoming way and left the room. I watched the teacher read the piece of paper, his eyes widened. He cleared his throat and rose from his seat.

'Guys, listen up' The teacher announced, I looked around-no one was talking-I faced the front again, he read the piece of paper again, probably just to make sure he wasn't reading it wrong. 

'What is it, sir?' I found myself asking, a few members of the class turned around to look at me as if they'd just noticed I was in the room.

'Does anyone here know a Rose Ferland?' The teacher asked, looking around the room. A few people looked at each other and shook their heads, some asked each other who she was but most just remained still.

'I do' I blurted out, getting another load of stares.

'Well I've got bad news, Rose was in an accident yesterday-She was hit by a car-She's doing fine now but she's in a coma that's likely to last for more than a month' The Teacher informed, looking at me and around the class and said. 'I hope I'm speaking on behalf of you when I wish Rose's swift recovery'

The class muttered a response before getting back to their work. I gazed at the empty seat next to me, I'd been waiting on her all this time-expecting her to be here-but she didn't come. I gulped and looked at the board and jotted down the notes. It felt weird-very weird-I'd only known her a day and I felt so...so worried. What if she doesn't make it?-What if I only got to meet her once and that's it?-I didn't even get to ask her about her family and hobbies, there was so much more that I wanted to know about her.