Ghost Girl

"Twelve years have gone to waste but the new me will never go."

Hermione Jones is having a lot of trouble fitting into her new school. The problem is, is when the people tease her, her siblings annoy her, her mum is always busy. But when the tragedy hits, her problems are all gone and there's only one new major dilemma.


12. Chapter 11

I never like scaring people because I know how it feels to be scared. However if I could, before all of this hell started to me, I would have said something like life just swallows all your dreams, hopes, future plans up like the black hole. It's true what they say, "when you die, you come out of your dreams." But the accident arrow has hit the wrong person because it shouldn't have been me, it should have been Petunia, Sam or Glenn.


I want to tell Mum about Aunt Betta's phase just now because maybe Mum can help her get through it. My mum is a very easy-going person.

I lead my aunt to the kitchen where I suppose everyone is just about in the middle of lunch. I'm astonished when I enter the kitchen because a large stove of mashed potatoes, a plate piled with lovely smelling chicken drumsticks, a pot of gravy and a small bowl of beans are laid on the table I beam at Mum and she mouths, "I'll tell you later."

"Wow, Anne, you cooked real fast." Aunt Betta says.

"Well, Betta, a good Mum doesn't' only cook fast but also makes a delicious meal too." my mum gleams, "I think," she adds, quietly.

My mum isn't very good at cooking, so how did she make this. She literally made the chicken crispy and the beans served steaming, the mashed potatoes are actually mashed.

"I wish I was a good mum and wife." My aunt says, quietly, between the midst of the awkwardness. She looks at me, sternly.

"Sorry, what did you say?" My mum pardons.

"Nothing, she said nothing. Let's eat shall we?" I barge into the discussion.

I place myself on a seat next to Holly.

Take as much as you like, here, take three if you need to," Mum smiles, passing the plate of chicken drumsticks to Aunt Betta.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I should've told you when I came or before, Anne, I'm a vegetarian. I'm so sorry." My aunt apologizes.

"Oh, Betta, it's ok. Do you want me to order you-cook you something like soup, toad in a hole, jacket potato or a vegetable pie?"

"No don't waste your time, dearie. I'll just eat some of your tasty mash and beans."

"Mum, can I have more chicken since aunty isn't having hers, so can I? I want some!" Holly says, greedily. She looks at her plate, cautiously, her face smothered with gravy, still munching on her food.

"Holly, only one, you'll turn out like a chicken yourself," Mum jokes.

Holly giggles, blushing.

"Anne, you picked the perfect house. You've got FIVE bedrooms!" Aunt Betta admires.

"A bathroom and three bedroom on second floor and two on third." Robin chips in, bragging.

"Ahh, yes, three floors too, better than your Fox home."

"Hmm." Mum agrees, "Definitely."


After all the small conversation, we stay in complete silence, the only sounds are everyone chewing, biting, swallowing, cutting and the tapping of fingers on the table, beside me.

I excuse myself from the table and go to my room. I sit at my desk and put my head down on the desktop. I face my head towards the bed that I'll be sleeping on for maybe a couple of months and then I’ll be sleeping on a new bed, in a new house, in a different town and possibly in a different country. Ecstatically, I see my box of No Good But Frightening Tricks. Should I use them? One prank wouldn't hurt, neither would two or three. I may have had pity for my aunt Betta but I'm so eager to set up tricks.

However, the moment of mischievous plans are ruined when someone knocks on my bedroom door.

"Come in," I answer.

Aunt Betta walks in. "Hello sweetie, so tomorrow I'm going to the grave yard to see Uncle Mark..." Aunt Betta begins.

"He didn't have a funeral though." I sound confused but who would host a funeral for that glum man.

"I don't think your family could afford one."

Or maybe they just said that but really don't want to pay for his funeral.

"Anyways, would you like to come with me? Holly was somehow very eager to come. Robin isn't though so would you like to join us?"

"I'd rather eat a trillion brussel sprouts." I mumble. Then I see my aunt frowning, looking away from me.

"I'll come," I say, sorrowful.

She cheers up. I'm glad. Although I'm not the usual one with the soft heart or can calm people in such a mature fashion.

"Hermione dear, I knitted you this on my travel here, I had to bring a gift for my sweetheart." She hands me a lilac jumper with purple flowers knitted onto them.

"It's lovely!" I lie, at least it’s a white lie.

"No, don't be so kind."

"No, you don't be so humble." I'm surprised I still have my smile on.

"You'll have to wear a top underneath."

"I won’t forget, Aunt Betta." I fold it up and place it in my drawers.

"So, is that all?" I say determined for her to leave.

"Oh, umm, yes." Teenagers need their privacy I guess-but if you want me I can stay," she pleads.

"No, I think Mum's calling me! Better go downstairs." I head towards the door, then I suddenly remember, my room had only a bed, boxes and trunks of books and old toys in it. Where the heck did the desk come from?"

I speed walk to my mum.

"Mum, two questions. Firstly when did my desk get to my bedroom?"

"Oh, Hermione, I put it in when you went to school. Now, one less piece of furniture to put into place, eh?"

"Yeah." I say bored and without any expression.

"Secondly, how did you make that food and how was it so nice if you made it?" I breathe hard.

"Technically that's two more questions so at the beginning you should've really said, I'm going to ask three questions instead of-" my mum blabbers on.

"Who cares, answer me." I'm tired of being the proper sensible one around here these day.

"Well, I didn't make it, I have a take away service on speed dial." Mum wipes her hands.

"That makes a lot of sense. Ahh, is that how we had such nice food when grandma came around once and the food on Christmas and my birthday?"

"Yes, but don't tell anyone." Mum raises her eyebrows, still smirking.

"Your secret is safe with me." I grab an apple and go to the living room.

"Hey, hey, hey." I dance into the living room not expecting to see Holly curled up, weeping, and Robin’s hand over her shoulder.

"What's going on?" I say upset to see my sister drowning in her own tears.

"Holly's confessed, she said that day Uncle Mark died, she had done something terrible. But I think differ. Holly, Uncle Mark had heart disease so he died of that."

I look at my brother, questioningly, "How did I not know about this?"

"Mum relies on me more and she told me after coming out of the room Uncle Mark died in at the hospital. She said the doctors told the adults, he died of heart disease."

"See, Hols, it's not you." I stroke her hair. "Beside how and what happened to make yourself think you killed him."

"Well, well, I-I-I, well I was playing a game with h-him and we had to, to blind fold me and he would lead me around the garden, but he kept teasing me by tickling me and I kept falling over. So I said to him it's your turn and I made him trip over a brick and by doing that he broke his leg, I think and cracked some of his teeth out." Holly sobs even louder.

I start to laugh, "Holly, Holly, Holly, a crack of a tooth or a broken leg could've been easily tended by doctors."

"Oh, really?" She wipes her nose and wipes it on Robin but he doesn't notice.

Holly hugs me and Robin and once again, out of this week, I've done a good deed and I feel all weird. The old Hermione was cheeky, fun and active. I still am but I've developed joy (I do have joy but not as extreme as now like Mum), good behaviour and responsibility. RESPONSIBILTY! I want the old Hermione back!

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