This is a rip-off from the first mediator story by Meg Cabot. I wrote this last year for a school assignment. Hope you enjoy it
Disclaimer: I'm only a 14 year old girl. I am not Meg Cabot who was my favourite author before Joanne Kathleen Rowling. Actually, they both inspire me. ily to both of you
This story is about a teenage girl who helps ghosts move from this world to the Otherworld. Lizzie Hunter is a 16 year old mediator.
She has known this since her mother died of cancer when Lizzie was 8. It was the only time she had ever seen her father cry. But she didn't understand because she still saw her mother.
Lizzie was one of those 'popular' girls. But everyone did actually like her. She volunteered at an animal shelter every Sunday and was not one of those bitches that everyone hates and wants to be like. Lizzie had waist length dark brown hair and violet eyes from her mother and had an aristocratic grace that carried her around. If you didn't know her, she could have been a fairy tail princess.
But she loved partying with her friends, but she never drank. That was, after all, what gave her mother cancer.
A few months before Lizzie's 17th birthday, her father married a woman named Karen Sullivan. She has two sons, Noah who is 8 and Peter, 15. She also has a daughter Kelly who turned 16 a few weeks ago.
"But its not fair," Lizzie whined when her father told her that they were moving to Australia to live with her new step family.
"Honey, Australia is a place where people can start a new life." This argument had been going on for a few hours and they were both getting testy.
"Maybe I like my life just the way it is right now. Besides, I don't want to leave my friends and the Track team. The state finals are coming up soon, and they need me."
Lizzie, if you're good, I'll help you save up for that car you wanted."
Images of her blood red convertible popped into her head. She already had half the money for the down payment.
"Fine," she said resigning herself from the argument. "I hate it when you blackmail me"
"Blackmail is such a dirty name, let's just call it negotiating."
Three months passed and the plane touched down at Sydney airport.
As soon as she stepped out of the terminal, a pair of arms belonging to her dad wrapped her into a bear hug. He went to Sydney ahead of her to help Karen with the new house that they bought.
"Uhh, dad? You're kinda suffocating me
"Oh? Sorry. Let's get you to our new place."
That was the first chapter. Tell me what you think