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.

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9. Chapter 8

The swirls are back, but I knew they would. It’s a sign somehow.
 I have no idea what sign but surely there is one…I used to want to be like this because I was inspired by Holly’s dark creativity. However now I dread that day and regret it all.


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I’ve just come out of our form room and heading to P.E. I have a frown plastered to my face even though I’m trying to twist it into a smile. I’m trying to think of happy memories and fun things and how the holiday is in only one day and tomorrow is the last day of school. Because of this, I feel a small smile on my face.
While we’re getting changed for our lesson, I make sure my top is not inside out or backwards or if my shorts are right.
Then I go to the lesson. In my old school, I used to be first out of the girls to finish changing because they all had to take off their make up.
Although in this school, they probably have a really strict policy on uniform and make up.
However I take this back because, just as I’m almost in the hall, I hear a girl whom I think is called Melissa saying to her friend that she forgot to take of her green eye shadow off.
Today in the lesson, we are training for a silly long run, don’t get me wrong, it’s not a cross country, I already asked Miss Murray if it was a cross country.
“Class, today, we are training for a long run as I said, so could-” Everyone in the class are just chatting, possibly about what they are going to do at lunch.
“-So could you all shut up!” Miss Murray screams.
Everyone stares at her, as if world war three has stuck! Fortunately, for me, my classmates start talking again, this is my chance to talk to Charlotte. I turn to find her and a harsh pain strikes my chest and stomach. It may be jealousy, it may be anger or rejection but I try to ease my mind that Charlotte can have friends if she likes. She’s laughing, chatting, making the most of her time with her friends before Miss Murray yells again.
Why am I being so stupid? It’s just a couple of friends she’s with, it’s like my heart is thinking or at least feels like it’s a crime. Besides I have Jewel or maybe if I turn again, she’ll be with some of her other friends too. Also I’m new so I can’t expect myself to be “besties” with someone so quickly. I’m making a big deal out of nothing.
“Class, CLASS, P.E isn’t your lunch…”
“That’s debatable,” Everyone, even me, turn our heads to see a short, plump boy at the back eating a chocolate chip muffin.
We all look at him as if he’s a weirdo.
No offence, but I think he is!
Miss Murray glares at the boy. “Ralph, put that in the bin, NOW!”
“Shut your pie hole,” Another boy shouts at the teacher.
I’m freaking out now because our teacher has stormed out our classroom.

I’m going to my next lesson, French; let’s just say so far it has been worse than my first day. We were told off by the head master, YES, the headmaster, already on my first week of school!
Hopefully, French will be ok for my class because you have to talk in this lesson- but in French.
We don’t have English today, which is a shame but I do believe according to what I've heard, some kids in my class say, there is music. I like music because I love singing and I’m starting to play the violin.
When we are let into the class and I seat myself, a thin, old lady, in round glasses asks for me. She leads me out the classroom.
Am I in trouble? All I did was sit down.
“Hello, umm, Miss Jones?”
I nod.
“Your mother has come to pick you up, I do believe something terrible has happened.”
What? My family or Mum’s job?
“Your family are at a hospital, you mum said,” She answers me as if she read my mind.

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