That One Sunday

Rori Adams is crazy. Or everyone thinks she is. She says she has met ghosts. Eveeryone says they aren't real. But what happenes when the ghosts want revenge. It was all because of that one Sunday.

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2. Chapter 1

My eyes shot open. I stared at the vanilla wall. "Good morning" the blonde therapist said sweetly. I just looked at the wall. "Hello?" she said, changing her tone drastically. I don't want to talk to her, I said in my mind. "Don't waste my time, are you going to speak or not?" she said angrily. I still said nothing. "Fine, just leave" she said finally. I sat up and walked out of the clinic. 

It was damp and brisk. I walked on the paved roads, no cars would be driving. It was a Sunday. Unfortunately, it wasn't two years ago. I walked pass a group of girls, but I didn't pay them any attention. But they payed attention to me. "Oh look, it's Crazy" the leader of the clique, Sara, yelled. The ran to catch up with me. "Where do you think you're going?" Brittany, the co-leader, snickered. "Home" I said. I walked faster. "See you at school, ghost girl" they teased. After I rounded the corner, I bolted home. As my house came into view, I slowed. When I got to the front door, I shoved my hand in my bag and pulled the silver key out of my bag. It went in the keyhole smoothly. I turned it to the left and pushed on the door. I closed the door and sank to my knees.

"Hello?" I asked loudly. Nothing but an echo replied. I walked up the stairs. My room was the closest to the woods. The woods were the only place I had friends. But they didn't last very long. I opened my notebook, only to see I had no homework. My room was cold. I went to the thermometer. It was 65 degrees in my room. I heard a knock at the door. 

"Hello" said a boy. I had only just opened the door. "Hi" I said timidly. We stood there awkwardly. "My I help you?" I asked politely. "Um..... I'm new in town. And I need a friend, but I don't know anyone" he said innocently. He was very good looking. I peered over his shoulder and saw Sara and her stupid gang. "I'm not good at making friends, but you might have better luck with those girls. Don't forget to ask if they know anyone" I advised. "Thanks" he said. He turned around and left. I watched him make his way down to the clique. 

I hoped I would see him at school. And I did. On the bus at least. I ran down the steep hill to get to my stop. I was the third stop. He was already there. "Hi" he said. "Hi... um do you live here?" I asked. "Yes, in that house" he said pointing to the house that was three away from mine. "Cool" I said. We just waited. "I never caught your name" he said breaking the silence. "Rori. Yours?" I asked. "Anthony" he said. I continued the conversation. "Did you have any luck with those girls yesterday?" I asked, curious. "Yes. Some of them have boyfriends that they think I could be friends with. Are you friends with them?" he said. "I don't have any friends" I said. "I'm your friend, right?" he asked hopefully. I smiled. My first alive friend. "Yes. You are my friend. My first one" I said gladly. "Are you sitting with anyone?" I asked. He shook his head. "Do you want to sit next to me?" I asked. 

 

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