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Flashback

Trish P.O.V.

"Patrica Del A Rosa and Dezmond Fisher, you shall be cursed to live in the mortal world house until you two work together and make two mortal fall in love. This is the result of your bickering!" The ghost judge sentenced us. Great! I get to live with freckles!

End Of Flashback

So that's how I have been in a house with freckles for 150 years. The boy is still crazy! I just wonder when a human will past through the rickety front door. If you haven't guessed already I'm a ghost... Well a cursed ghost. A ghost can only be cursed if they do a major offence and well I kinda revealed myself to a group of humans while fighting with freckles. He is a lunatic! He like a mad scientist mixed with a hobo. When can a human walk through the rickety wooden doors so that I can move on to the afterlife! Wait! Someone is walking through the door!

Austin P.O.V.

Yes! I'm moving out! I'm renting a house around the corner. Apparently, I have to share the house with someone else. If it's a girl I hope that she's a cheerleader that can make pancakes! I packed my stuff into my suitcase...well more like stuffed it inside the suitcase. I get into my yellow Ferrari 458 Italia GT(*). I look back at the house that I grew up in. I first walked, talked and watched Bikini Blood Beach(couldn't resist) in this house. I wave goodbye to my parents my mother was crying while my father comforted her. Before I would start crying I drove to my new house. I walked in the shabby house and had a look at the tremendously long hallway that was in front of me. Then a floorboard squeaked from behind me. I twirled around and in front of me was a petite girl. I girl I knew and hated.

Ally P.O.V.

I'm moving out! I get I place for myself...well not entirely I have to share the house with someone. I hope it's someone who can buy many jars of pickles and can clean. I don't want a dirty house. The house around the corner from my house. I packed my bags last night. In my handbag is my phone, wallet and my precious songbook. My songbook was a book with a leather binding and a big pink A on the cover. My songbook is where I wrote my songs, my diary entries and darkest secrets. I drove my red Honda Jazz(**) to the house and I notice a yellow Ferrari at the front of the house. That must mean my housemate is rich. The house itself is quite creepy. The brick walls of the house had grapevines climbing around the house and the windows were boarded up. The front door was squeaky and rusty. Inside the house I see a tall guy standing in the long hallway. His blonde hair looked strangely familiar. He turned around.

"Ally!" He screamed angrily.

"Austin!" I screamed angrily.

* We do not own Ferrari or that model.

** We do not own Honda or the Honda Jazz

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