The new "step-sister" was to arrive today and I knew that the family had gone to pick her up. I know that she is 16 years old. She will be living in the same room that my ghost of a body has haunted for the past 150 years. I have seen pictures of her and she is a beauty. She was only 14 in the oldest picture as it was the school picture from… where was she from again? Oh, yes, New York. I wonder what she's like. Not that she would be able to see me anyway. I put my foot down from the window seat that I was sitting on, the same seat she would be sitting on. The seat that her stepfather had made for her. I looked around the room. It was beautiful.
I looked out of the window and saw the Ackerman's car pull up in the driveway. The boys all got out followed by their father and stepmother. Then she stepped out. The new stepsister. She was even more beautiful in reality than she was in the pictures. Her dress sense kind of intimidated me. She was wearing ripped black jeans and a red top with the word SEKSY written on it in black and silver. There was a black leather motorcycle jacket on one shoulder. She was the only one of the family who was not wearing sunglasses. She squinted up at the house, shading her eyes from the sun with her hand.
Then a few minutes later, her mother came in to the room which was about to be inhabited by her blood daughter. WOW!!! This girl had bright emeraald green eyes and chestnut brown hair which shone in the sun light that was shining through the window. She looked around her room, shocked. Then her mother said with a sad sigh, "Oh, Suze. Not again."