Finding My Ghost

"Come now, friend. It's right through here." She gestured to my dead girlfriends gravestone.

I stared at her. "You want us to walk through a slab of concrete?"

She nodded like it was the most normal thing in the world. "It is the only way, my friend. It is the only way to help her, to get her back to her eternal home. All of us who See--We all have the ability." She clasped my hands in hers and stared intently at me, like this was something that I should have learned when I was a third grader. "All we have to do is visualize an opening--see your beloved there waiting for you. The desire of needing to see her--to ensure her safety." She gazed at Scarlett's headstone and squinted. "I am not powerful enough to do it alone, nor are you. But together... We can create a portal."

"A portal to what?" I asked her even though I already knew the answer.

She looked at me and smiled, a hint of mischief in her eyes. "The portal to the Afterworld."


1. Chapter 2

"Guys, please trust me on this. Stay away from Tanya, okay?" I told the twins. They didn't seem to believe me that Tanya was as horrible as Scarlett and I knew her to be.

They reluctantly nodded as we stood outside Haylee's first period. 

"Good." I said, giving Haylee a hug. "I'll meet you at lunch, okay?"

"Okay," She said, releasing me. 

"Scarlett told me to tell you two that she loves you. She'll be looking out for you guys today," I said in a hushed voice. Not everyone needs to know that I can communicate with the dead.

Haylee and Kaylee grinned.

"Bye Drew," Haylee said walking into her class.

I waved to her. "Alright, what's your first hour?" I asked Kaylee.

"History with Mrs. Davis. Room 194." She said, reading off of her schedule.

"That's just down the hall," I said, walking towards the room and Kaylee following me. "Do not be like your older sister and get an attitude on the first day, please," I told her.

Kaylee rolled her eyes. "I'm not like Scarlett. She was the one with an attitude, not me." She said.

I smiled and gave her a hug as well. "I'll meet up with you and Haylee at lunch, alright?"

Kaylee nodded, said goodbye, and walked into her history class.

Now I have to find my way down to Mrs. Benson's room for chemistry. Great.



Halfway through Mr. Clark's non-ending introductions to his trigonometry class, a little note appeared on my notebook paper.

Bored, are we?


I smiled, and picked up my pencil.

Beyond bored. I wrote. But I'm glad I have someone to talk to now.

I'm so glad I didn't have to take trig. Being dead has it's perks.


I rolled my eyes. Maybe so, but it'd be a lot better if you were still here. Or if I could still see you, at least.

True. . .


"Mr. Harrison,"

My head snapped up to the sound of my last name. "Yes sir?"

Mr. Clark glared at me. "Care to repeat what I just said?"


I frantically glanced at my paper.

He was talking about the grading system on his syllabus. 


I knew better than to trust Scarlett with this, she might just try to get me into trouble. But Mr. Clark was expecting an answer. "Um, you were talking about the grading system you use on your syllabus?"

He shook his head, his eyes boring into mine. "I was talking about the disciplinary actions that I plan to take when students are insubordinate. You have two more strikes, Mr. Harrison."

I nod, and lower my eyes back to my desk.



What was the point of that? I wrote to her.

Your cheeks got red again.



I tried to fight the smile that was threatening to show on my face. You kill me sometimes, Scar. You know that?

Yeah, but you love me anyway.


That. . . Is absolutely true. No matter how hard I used to want to deny it.

Hey! You're face just turned to a darker shade of pink!


Okay, now I was smiling. I'm in love with a ghost, how much weirder can my life get?

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