Disclaimer for the whole story: I do not own the facts and characters used from Stephanie Meyer's series of books.
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Full Summary: Bella Swan is an 18 year old Medium, with no memory of her past or the accident in England that made her an orphan at ten years old. Soon after being sent to an American boarding school she sees her first ghost. She spends the next eight years helping spirits and ghosts alike move on to the afterlife, not really sure who she is or where she is supposed to be in life but knowing that she has at least one purpose. Little does she know that she is soon to find love...complete happiness...family...heartbreak and a mortal enemy set on taking her life and erasing her from time.
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One Year Before - Late November
I retreat to my room after a day where the whispers, rumors and pranks are a little more blatant than usual. I would probably blend right in if it weren't for Blair, who has always had an unexplainable hate towards me, a hate that goes far beyond what is expected for high school rivalry. My cat Midnight comes to greet me, only to cower and retreat a few minutes later, when I feel a third presence in the air.
"Really, she should be used to me by now", the familiar and comforting voice says.
"Chris, your a ghost", I say and he sits down in the antique chair by the door, resting his fancy cane across his knees. His ever-present pipe blows non-existent smoke around.
"I know that all too well dear Isabella", he chuckles then notices my downcast mood, "What is the matter dear girl?". I look up at the grandfatherly ghost that has been here since I came and he realizes it before I have to say it, "Ah, that troublesome girl".
"Once again I have no idea what I did wrong, why does she dislike me so much?", I am past feeling hurt by what she does to me, because it's nothing new, but I still get frusterated when she takes it a little too far, like today.
He thoughtfully thinks about it for a moment, "Because you are are more beautiful than her? You have more fine clothing or jewellary? More admirers?".
I laugh, "I hate to break it to you Chris but girls in this century have other things to hate each other about".
He laughs with me, "I suppose I am once again behind in the times".
"And I can't exactly have more 'Admirers' than her because this is an all girls school in the middle of nowere; talking to ghosts is generally thought to be freakish anyway, who's going to look past that?.
He shakes his head like this doesn't matter, "You will find someone, someday who loves you for who you are".
My feel tears start to sting in the corner's of my eyes when I think about leaving the only home I have ever known, but most of all Chris, at the end of the year. No matter what I try Chris refuses to tell me what happened to him so he can finally move on and be at peace. The thought of never seeing him again hurts, but it is not as horrible as thinking of him in limbo forever, long after I am dead and when there will be no one here to help him. It's similar when it comes to the two other ghosts that I have practically grown up with: Hayden and Edmund; they refuse to move on as well and won't ask for my help. It makes me think that what happened to all of them must of been really huge, "But you love me for who I am", I try to lighten the mood.
He chuckles, "That is true, but I won't always be here for you Dear Isabella", I open my mouth to say something but he cuts me off, "Your headmistress is almost at your door", then he nods and is gone; sure enough she knocks on my door a few seconds later and I get up to answer it.
She barely looks at me before taking my arm and practically dragging me down the hall, "Um excuse me?", she ignores me and we race down the dimly lit hallway, "Can you at least tell me what's going on?".
She stops long enough to glare at me and I know that something has happened. Over the years there have been a few incidents, involving Edmund and his sometimes ill thought out pranks; most of the time I am the only one that thinks their funny though, and it falls to me to salvage the situation. Ms. Felch grips onto my arm tighter as she pulls me down the grand staircase and towards the double doors that lead to the dead quiet dining room. She opens the doors and I gasp; this is definitely not one of Edmund's pranks.
A sheer off-white nightgown floats at least twenty feet off the ground, swaying lightly in the non-existent wind. Below her hundreds of girls stare up, frozen in shock and fear, Ms. Felch is standing next to me shaking in needless fear; I however only feel curiosity and fearlessness as I step forward. When I am almost at the center of the room the spirit turns my way and starts to descend. When it becomes obvious that she is coming straight towards me the room unfreezes and a wave of panic rushes through it. The spirit rushes towards me with her left sleeve out, amidst screams, and I put my hand up in a signal for her to stop. When the spirit in the nightgown is almost directly in front of me she suddenly fades away, leaving me standing in the middle of the dining hall, a wide circle of empty tables around me and about four hundred terrified girls clinging to eachother; I merely grin and walk out of the room.
We haven't had a visitor in years.
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