Problems of Clairvoyants and Vampires

by Diamonds and Bones

Jo Dead (Yes that's her name) can see ghosts. But that get's her into trouble and hence she's in a reform school. Just when she thought life couldn't get any worse, her class is sent on a school trip to, you guessed it, Volterra, Italy. Now she has to deal with, insane vampires, MORE ghosts, and cages.

1. Chapter 1

PROLOGUE

I hate buses.

Not because they're smelly or practically held up by hope and paint. But they're old. And old things, mean dead people. Just my luck, a small girl and an old man died here. The girl's sort of hanging, sort of climbing upside down on the roof of the school bus, and I can see the large block object that cut off her air supply. It's lodged in her throat. Her skin's pale white and slightly blue (something you get when you choke to death) and the man's banging his head in the center of the aisle. His nose keeps breaking, but repairs immediately only to be broken again. I'm guessing he's trying to commit suicide (try dying while dead), and not just crazy.

If you hadn't noticed, I see ghosts. I have seen them ever since I was born. I used to talk to them and complete whatever they wanted so they could return to… wherever. But that got me into trouble, and that's the reason why I'm in a bus—with a group of troubled girls.

Yeah, so I got into a few problems, but it wasn't my fault. Completing ghost deeds really isn't easy. I once had to go on a bus and travel from Rochester, New York (where I live) to Albany, which didn't turn out well since halfway across Syracuse, I didn't have enough bus fare and I got kicked off. And my mom wasn't exactly happy when she got a phone call from a random dude's phone I borrowed.

And there was another time, where I had to reunite a dead dog to a ghost girl named Cindy. Apparently, digging up a dog from a pet cemetery (I can't believe they have those) is bad and I got fined. And with the last accident, I'm dealing with two years in reform school (a.k.a A prison for 12 and 13 year olds) for accidently setting off a canon.

(A note for clairvoyants like me. And yes, I know what Clairvoyants means, I'm weird not stupid.) If you have to go to Fort Hamilton for a school field trip, do not listen to the crazy soldier with an axe in his head and /or go near the canon. He is extremely persuasive and me being 10 (11, but who cares) at the time, set off the canon. It wasn't our bus, but I STILL got suspended and sent to this reform school.

That was a year ago, and being at a reform school, let me tell you, Reform schools are death camps. Literally. The reform school I'm in is in Slaughterville, Texas (Lovely name, right?) located in the middle of the desert and hopelessness.

It used to be a boy's reform school, but that got shut down when a nurse started giving lethal injections. She managed to kill twenty people, one being a Chiwawa named Bubbles, before she was gunned down by policemen in the middle of the lunchroom. It was then opened back up for a girl's reform school a year later, probably because it was so cheap that it just made sense to do so (I swear adults are crazy). Nobody, really knows this (Ah-hem the students) but I have the benefit of being enlightened by all the dead people. Including the nurse.

Imagine trying to eat some FU soup, while a bloody, holed-up nurse keeps attempting to give you a lethal injection (Impossible, since ghost can't touch you or me, but still extremely annoying). And then having to deal with the other 19 extremely hormonal and dead boys and an insane Chiwawa, and even the most strong willed person would be wanting a lethal injection.

Not only has that happened during my time in reform school, but also the ghost charities are over. It's pretty hard completing ghost's wishes when you are in the middle of nowhere and behind bars. In addition, I can't kill the dead nurse lady no matter how many of those dead boys keep pestering me about that; they'll just have to DEAL with it.

But the MAIN reason the charity stopped is because the better I behave the faster I leave that place. AND it has paid off, despite all of those sleepless hours with ghosts moaning in my ear for favors in the middle of the night, I HAVE been able to get some results from my great behavior.

Great results actually.

Right now, I was chosen (because of my excellent behavior, may I add) along with 20 other students to a field trip to Volterra, Italy.

I glance out the window, and see the reform camp with the crazy nurse lady, the dead boys, and the mad Chiwawa shrink away.

My only complaint about Italy is that it's old, and old means a lot of death.

A/N I hope I didn't write this too bad. Anyways, if anybody is reading this then THANK YOU! …And maybe can you leave a little review?… I don't know. I'll be quiet. : )

Stay awesome!
DB