(Author's Note: This is my first fan fic, so tell me how it is. Thanx!)
My World
I'm just a normal girl. I have problems like everyone else. Acne, hair problems, friend problems, grades, etc. Any teenage problem. Although, does talking to ghosts go on that list of Teenage Problems? I don't think so. Of course, no one knows about that except me (of course), Father D, and Paul. We're all the same. Mediators, I mean. People that can talk to ghosts and see them. We help them move on after they die. So, if you look past all that stuff, then I really am a normal girl. Don't get me wrong. This "special gift" is okay, but sometimes I wish ghosts wouldn't just appear when I least expect it. Really, the only good thing about this gift is one certain ghost. Jesse. A guy killed by his fiancées boyfriend in the 1800's. You may now wonder. How desperate am I? I'm in love with a dead guy. Not too pathetic, right? Wrong. Also, to make matters worse, he doesn't feel the same way about me. Sure he likes me as a friend, but what girl wants to here, "Let's just be friends," or "You're a great friend" from the guy she loves? I know I don't, but what can I do? We don't have a future together. I'll grow old and become crippled while he'll still be young. Dead but young. Now, you must think I'm having the biggest pity party ever, but I'm really not. Even thought I'm sad about everything (Jesse and my "special gift") I still wouldn't have it any other way. It's my world. And so is Jesse.