Here I am with a new story. MusicFuhreak helped me with the title. This story came to me while reading one of her stories and while watching Ghost Whisperer.

His name is Jack Anderson. He's been able to see ghost since he was seven. His first ghost was his father at his funeral. When Jack told his mom, she had said that his mind was trying to deal with grief. But he saw a few times after that also. Jack's grandfather said that he had the special gift of seeing lost spirits, like he could. Now Jack is fourteen and has helped over a hundred ghost in the past seven years.

Her named was Kim Crawford. She died when she was fourteen in 2009. She could remember the tragic day like it was yesterday, even though the year now is 2011. Kim had pushed a little boy out of the way of a speeding car. It had hit her instead, causing an instant death. She had seen her funeral. Now she is held by a dark and evil spirit named Octis. He would watch his crystal ball in delight as Kim wandered the town helplessly, hoping that someone would hear her cries.

Octis knows her birthday is coming up in five months, so he has given her a quest. If Kim can find a living soul who can see her an help her find the one person who she means to the most, he will let her live. If she fail this task, Kim will be locked up in a dark sell in the deepest part of the underworld for all of eternity.

Read the dangrous and romantic adventure that awaits the two teens.

Kim walked through the doors of her old high school. She looked around the hallway with the tiniest glint of hope in her eye. The poor soul came here everyday, hoping that someone will hear her. Or at least see her.

It had been two days since her master, Octis, had given her the quest and the girl was wasting precious time. "Please hear me," Kim said quietly as she passed a big cluster of kids hurrying to class. Neither of them gave her a glance. She hung her head low and played with the hem of her dirty and faded tank top that was under a worn demin jacket. She slowly dragged herself down the hall.

Jack stood with his usual group of friends: Eddie, Jerry, and Milton. He heaved a sigh as they continued to fight over some video game the three had been playing last night. Jack usually would try and break up the fight but his mind was on the fight he had heard earlier that morning between his mother and grandfather.

Flashback

Jack had just finished getting dressed and was making his downstairs when he heard his mom shout in frustrastion. "Would you quit trying to get him to embrace it?" she yelled. The young brunette heard his grandfather sigh. He quickly duck out of sight behind the wall and sat on a step.

"He has to get used to using his gift."

"He should be living a normal life," His mother argued.

"This is normal to him," the man said in return. Jack caught on that they were talking about him and exhaled silently. "It shouldn't be," the angered woman said.

The boy got up from his hiding spot and quietly made his way upstairs before loudly coming back down.

The two adults immeaditely stopped fighting when they knew they had company. His mother shot his grandfather a look that said they weren't finished.

End Flashback

Jack knew his mother hated that he could see ghosts. She thought that it was a useless power. Whenever she tried to convince him to ignore them, Jack would tell her the same thing. He loved to know that he was doing something good for somebody. Couldn't his mom understand that?

The bell screamed, warning the kids to get to their seventh class.

Jack watched his friend break up the fight and head to different classrooms, he, on the other hand, had his free period at this time.

Kim exhaled, even though she didn't need to anymore, as she wandered the halls more. she had heard the bell ring and watched as teenagers split up with their friends to get to class. Some stayed back for free period.

She saw a boy sitting on the staircase, bent over a notebook. She walked up the steps and sat a few steps behind him. Looking around, Kim saw that no one else was in the hallway. She shrugged it off. "This is horrible," she muttered. Surprising her, the boy in front of her turned around and looked at her.

"What's wrong?" he asked while looking at her with curious and slightly concerned eyes. "You can see me?" Kim asked in amazement. He nodded. "Uh-huh," he said. Kim scooted down so she was on the step behind him. "No offense," she said. "But something must be wrong with you." Shocking her even more, he laughed. "If only you knew." He shooked his head in amusment. "Now are you gonna answer my question?" the boy asked. Kim stared at him for a moment, her brown eyes dancing with excitement.

"I've heard of your kind," Kim said. he looked at her in confustion. "You can see ghost right?" The boy nodded, his shaggy brown hair getting in his face slightly. "Good. I'm Kim." She held her hand out. "I'm Jack." The two shook hands. "Now I'm not depressed," Kim said. "You can help me."

"How?"

"Well, we're talking."

"How can that help you?"

"No one else in this school can see me," her voice lowered sadly. Jack's eyes widened in realization. "You're a ghost." Kim nodded and looked down, not willing to meet his eyes. "I can again though," she said. "I have five moths to find someone that I mean something to. And only you can help me achive that." Jack nodded in understanding.

"Do you want to do it?" Kim asked, finally getting the courage to look at him. Jack nodded with a smile.

"Oh yeah."