Ghost

Chapter 1: the beginning and other awful experiences

"Try to smarten up a bit dear!" I groaned inwardly, looking down at my beloved bright pink all-star converse shoes sure they were slightly worn…well ok, falling apart would be a better phrase but still. My respectable Aunt was sat surveying me slowly up and down from my trainers, my faded black cords and my "vulgar." (Yes, she had called it that) black t-shirt emblazoned with 'I don't discriminate, I hate everyone!' to my jet-lagged face with it's artfully (I had congratulated myself on not getting eyeliner all over me, hey it was hard when you're exhausted and 36,000 ft up!) done make-up and half-tame dirty blonde hair which couldn't decide whether to be curly or straight.

She sighed heavily, looking very disapproving, I could tell it wouldn't belong before she voiced her thoughts.

"My dear you're wearing all black," I mentally congratulated her on her powers of observation, "the trouble is you look as if you are in mourning." Well the fact was, I was in mourning for my normal life, back in London, England.

The rumbling of the car lulled me in a stupor,

"Ally, we need to talk."

Those fateful words and the grave expression of my mumhad turned my stomach cold (even colder considering I'd been sat in the living room watching scary movie 3 and eating ice cream...call it one of the perks of being an only child!) she had turned the lights on, and then turned to dad as if calling for back up. They'd told me very seriously that it would be temporary, they'd know I'd understand…they'd been having 'marital problems'; that it would take time to resolve certain issues. I was to stay with Aunt Lilly, Oh the joy.

From that day things had gone down hill, the little detail that they'd left out was after she (Aunt Lilly or the E.O.H a.k.a evil old hag as I like to refer to her as) had divorced from her husband I don't blame him, she'd moved to a little town called Bayville… IN AMERICA! Apparently it was easier for her to be there as her company was based in New York, it was for her very interesting job as an accountant.

So here I was after an eight-hour flight from Heathrow stuck in a traffic jam from the JFK airport in the middle of freezing October. With the fussing eoh and rain lashing the window.

"Alexandra dear you have such a nice figure, why cover up in black, why not where a nice cotton pink dress? Hmm?" well I would if I was five.

"You could do so much with your hair, I tell you what why don't we put it in pigtails for your first day at school? Your face is so pretty with your blue eyes… why do you insist on putting make up on? Now, I've spoken to the principal of Bayville High and he is more than happy to enrol you there. As you're sixteen you'll be a sophomore. I realise this all may be a bit of a shock but I still expect you to achieve high grades." I didn't hear the rest her voice had become a monotonous drone with no recognisable words.

Now there was something I'd forgotten…back in England it was half term but here…well I didn't even know what someone from New York or Bayville sounded like…let alone know anyone. I could see my name up in lights 'Ally the loner'. I was a plain girl with only few good friendswho I'd basically known since I was an embryo,not exactly Miss Spectacular contestant more the Miss-you-could-walk-down-a-street-and-not-even-notice-me-if-I-was-naked. That definitely wasn't a pleasant thought.

I got out the car confronted with a typical American, suburban house on a regular street with what seemed to be normal people. I shivered in the rain…finally I was here, in Bayville. Now all I had to do wasdifficultly try toadapt or drown….

Thanks for reading!I don't know anything about the american high school system so If I got the sophmore thing wrong, I'm sorry.