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I'm probably the coolest person you'll ever meet. Really! I am. But you've probably heard what people say about me, so friends are hard to make especially when you've got 3 things riding against you:
1. I'm a freshman at San Rosa High
2. I'm almost always sick
3. Oh yeah, I can see ghosts. And they know it. So does half the school.
Studies say that young children have the ability to see the dead, the problem is I never stopped. My grandmother tells me its because I always get so sick so easy that its like I belong to that world more than this one, but I can't quite be there, and I feel it sometimes, it's like I'm straddling a line between this world and the next and the sicker I get the more connected I feel to that world, sometimes it feels like its calling me.
And as I got up to go to school. I took one look in the mirror and said what I say every morning.
''Another perfect day''
So I took the obligatory shower, and commenced the brushing of the teeth, when I felt the tingle at the back of my neck that signaled the arrival of one of my ghosts.
''Hello jello, may I say you look especially fabulous today'' I rolled my eyes, though glad for the ego boost, he was gay and dead. And gay.
''Hello Wiggy, hows the afterlife?'' I said turning to look at him. Or his spirit, or soul, or whatever, I'm not sure what to call it. Wiggy was average height, with a cut body, and dirty blonde hair. Thing is you can't always tell an actual person from a ghost, well I could, but normal people couldnt, its in my opinion that people saw more ghosts than they knew about, all depends on how connected people were to, well, death. Though sensing a ghost was easier than seeing one, ghosts have this presence about them, the longer they were dead the stronger they were.
''Same old, same old, haunt this, posess that. I'm more interested in what your doing, any boys looking your way I should know about''
''Yes Wiggy I just finished making passionate love to Alex Pettyfer, it was the sexiest experience of my life he says he's gonna whisk me off to Rhome to get married and have 6 million little Pettyfers just like him'' I said as I chose what I was wearing today. Skinny jeans and a T it was.
''Ha ha very funny, You know your a total hottie, if I were alive, I'd totally... Nope I'd still be gay'' he said with a shrug. '' Darling what are you doing to your poor hair?, Give me that'' he said taking away the comb, I love when Wiggy did my hair the riot of honey blonde curls only looked good when he did them, guess I'll be having a good hair day today.
All of a sudden the door flew open, my mom waltzed in, Wiggy dropped the comb and dissappeared in the totally creepy way ghosts often do. Guess not.
My mom ignored the fact she just saw a comb floating in mid air and continued to go about hanging up my clothes, cleaning up this and that pretending her ailing daughter couldnt see ghosts. Yeah that was my mother she liked to ignore alot of things, like the fact her daughter was slowly dying of kidney failure and could'nt get a transplant,pretending that my Dad was on ''vacation'' and he did'nt walk out on us once he realised I was'nt getting better and my ''gift'' wasnt a phase, she ignored the fact that that people stared not only because I was the town freak but also because of how much darker I was than her, well I wasnt much darker than her but it was obvious I was biracial and that just didnt fit into my mother idea of what normal should be, see my dad was half Irish and half african american but you couldnt tell, so he didnt, he ''passed'', and when I was born, that was all over. My slightly lighter than caramel skin tone and my borderline kinky curls and any chances of him still ''passing'' had gone.
She hummed as she straightened some things here and there, gave me a kiss on cheek, ruffled my hair and left the room.
''Wow that lady is in some serious denial'' said Wiggy back from wherever ghosts go when they aren't here.
'' You think?'' I asked, smiling as I watched him flex his muscles in front of the mirror, though I was pretty sure he and I were the only ones who could see a reflection.''Now a little help here?'' I said referring to my half done hair. He finished my hair, allowing it to fall perfectly framing my face.'' You are a genius''
''Oh stop it, your making me blush'' he said pretending to be bashful and shy. Yeah right!
''So whats our first class of the day?''
''My first class is Algebra and you are not invited''
''Oh where is the love?'' he asked once again checking himself out in the mirror.
'''The love flew out the window when you tried to burn down the school the last time you came with me, cementing the ''she's a freak'' plaster that had fallen over me''
''Come on it was one teensy weensy fire, nobody was hurt'' he argued looking thoroughly put out.
''What about Donny Krasinski?'' who now avoided me like the plague.
''His hair grew back'' Wiggy pointed out.
''Can we play today, Sammi?'' asked the small boy standing in the corner, like most child ghosts he was almost angelic in appearance.
''Scram kid she's mine for the day '' Wiggy did'nt do well with children, living or dead.
''Be nice! or you won't be allowed to have anymore of my clothes'' Wiggy liked to borrow my clothing for less than noble causes, such as scaring people as he walked down the street in them, all people saw were the clothes, he found it amusing.
''Like you could stop me'' he said looking at his teeth, who is he trying to impress? I don't know but he sure loved to look at himself.
''No I can't play right now, DJ, but maybe later'' You have to be careful with ghost children, they were young, volatile and powerful. He smiled at me, shot a glare at Wiggy, who still wasn't paying attention, and faded.
I took a look at the clock and saw that I was already 10 minutes late for school and began frantically looking for my bag. ''I'm soo late''
''Then what's the rush?, kick back relax, we can play hookie for the day'' he said jumping onto my bed.
''You wouldnt be playing hookie, I would be'' I pointed out as I found my bag. ''Now go away''
''Whyyyyyy?'' he said in a whiny voice.
''Because your a distraction I currently don't need'' I said as I ran downstairs and out the door.
The walk/run to school was pretty quiet, mostly because Wiggy got huffy and left, I waved to ghosts I passed and pretended I was scratching an itch when the living saw. I am such a coward. It's not like they don't know.
The hallways were empty, and as usual Mr. Wickham was there to give me a glare but not the detention another student would have gotten. It's been like this ever since I told him his Mother kept an eye on him and didn't approve of the inappropriate things he did at night. I think he was afraid I was gonna tell people what inappropriate things he did at night, like I knew, and what would I tell people, that his mother that's been dead for over 20 years was watching him like big brother and didn't like his nightime activities? Yeah that was gonna happen. Hey being a freak had it's perks I'm just taking advantage of them.
Turned out I wasnt late for my first class the whole school was in the auditorium, as I walked in I faded into the back-ground as much as I could. The football team was on stage making noise as the team captain made a speech. Stupid jocks, they were treated better than everybody else in the school and most of them were as dumb a pile of rocks and still managed to get into the pants of half the girls at school. Ok, probably a bit more than half, in the case of the captain/quaterback.
''Now he is yummy!'' Wiggy said appearing beside me, I ignored him.'' I decided to forgive you, I keep forgetting the living just aren't as much fun as the dead. Now remind me who's Mr. Sexy with the Rockstar rasp?''
''Cole Black, I'm surprised you don't know that'' I was truly surprised everybody knew Cole, he was the golden boy of San Rosa. and one of the best looking guys I've ever seen, probably the best on the planet, but then again I havent had much experience with boys, most guys didn't wanna date a girl who could probably see their Aunt Bertha as he made out with her, just a hunch. And like most freshmen the seniors didn't see me except for when something weird happened then everyone pointed the finger at the girl who could see ghosts. Which this town was plagued by, ghosts were like ants in this town they never left, and I was like a caramel covered apple.
''No if I'd seen him around before I think I'd remember, I've plenty of hot guys before, but he is a god! Hurt me!''
''I would if I could, and sometimes I wish I could, like now. Hey! put your tongue back in your head'' I told Wiggy who was currently drooling. I said that last part a little loud so a few people turned to stare. Then turned back quickly, most people thought I was the wicked witch of the west, some kind of demon, some thought I was just plain crazy and those who beleived I could do what they said I could gave me a wide berth.
As we began filing out of the auditorium I took one last look at Cole, he more than gorgeous he was more than beautiful, he was....Wow. He had curly black hair, a strong jaw, the most kissable lips, cerulan blue eyes and that body toned chiseled and more than a little sexy on multiple levels, but he was also an asshole of epic proportions and a dumb jock. What a waste! Like I had a chance with him anyway.