"Okay, that was good. Now recite it again." She said.
"Hi. I'm Courtney Sanchez, and I live at the Foxtrot Mental School for Children. I'm 15 years old." I say. "And I see ghosts." I said that last part under my breath.
"Courtney, darling, the reason you are here is so that way you can see that you can't see ghosts. Now let's try this again." Said .
"But I can see ghosts!" I said as I ran out of the room.
Okay so since you probably didn't get the memo, I'm Courtney Sanchez. But everyone calls me Court. I can see ghosts. I know, I know, you think that I'm lying. I'm not though, I could see them ever since I was 3 and one of my best friends is a ghost. Her name is Tiffany, but you can call her Tif. She is the only one that I ever clicked with, the only one that ever felt… real. She died about 12 years ago, her parents abused her. And she's my age so she died when she was 3. I've seen her since I was 4. Ever since I was 5 I've been putting together fundraisers to stop child abuse. She didn't deserve to die; she would be the most perfect person you would ever meet at 15. She's pretty, nice, humble, and most of all a good listener. I could see her as school president. She would deserve that title.
Now so that way you don't think that I'm crazy I do have a best friend that everyone can see. Her name is Bridgette. You can call her Bridge. She's pretty cool. Like she can move water. Now that does sound pretty awesome. But when you surf and you move your hands to a certain position, the wave can get ten times bigger, or it can disappear completely. It is sort of hard for her to surf, because she has only had the power for about two years and she still has to get used to it. But she has people who get her through it, like me and Geoff.
Geoff can hear you talking even if you are in another room whispering, which is pretty cool if you want to know what the professors have planned for us. Which is all usually crazy stuff. And it can get pretty scary too. He doesn't really need to be here, but when your 8 and come down stairs and tell your parents what their getting you for Christmas, and it's actually what they bought you. They begin to think that you're either crazy or psychic. Which he isn't either, but Duncan… he's the physic one.
Duncan is physic, as you already know. He can read minds, so be careful of what you think around him. Because he can be a manipulative weasel sometimes, and a little bit of a pervert, but that's another story.
This story is about us. Me, Bridge, Geoff, and Duncan. The main nutcases here, at the mental hospital. This is code for we're the crazy's.But we don't care since we all have these rare powers, we can get out of anything if we work together. So that's pretty cool, not caring what people think about you, but Duncan knows exactly what people think of him. That is sort of sad; he can't escape this big world of judgments. But if people stopped judging him on how he looked than maybe they wouldn't think such harsh things about him. I mean sure he is a little rude, and mean, and then there's that pervert thing again. Anyway, I'm getting off subject. We all have to be careful around here, because you can't leave the courtyard.
There are many more nutcases here, but were the ones on main surveillance. Until someone new gets here, then we can sort of get away with sneaking out without really sneaking for about three days. That's why we all love the newbies. It makes us so happy to see some other crazy get here and have the professors off our butts. Yeah it rocks, to be crazy.
Now then the room arrangements. Me and Bridge share room 14 and Geoff and Duncan share room 15. You'll hear those numbers a lot. We use either one of those if one of us is in trouble and we need help. But the walls have eyes, and the professors have spies. Like Heather for instance.
Heather is the meanest, down right dirtiest person you will ever meet. Not just here, but in the real world too. She isn't special as the doctors put it. She is the daughter of Dr. Hamilton. And all Heather does here is listen to our conversations and watch us like hawks. We all hate her. Ever the professors hate her. She is such a suck up. Don't trust her.
Then we get to the meals. Those are all these frozen foods that are awful and taste freezer burned. Eww, right? Yes. I hate them, and always will hate them. There is no reason for them to be here. Why the cooks actually prepare real food? Oh, yeah, they don't like us crazy's either. But that's okay though. Because the feeling is mutual.
So welcome to Foxtrot Mental School for Children, newbie.
A.N I don't own anything and I won't say it again. So read this. Hope you like the story so far I really do it took me an hour and a half to write this. I know it's not much but it's something. So Read& Review. It makes me smile. TTFN. (Ta-Ta For Now). Oh and I don't and never will own TDI or TDA, however I do own Foxtrot Mental School for Children and Tiffany and . NOW that I'm finished. TTFN.