Chapter One
Average Day in the Life of Me
I gazed into his gorgeous blue eyes. It was the perfect night, a full moon, a million stars, the sky a perfect midnight blue. The stars made his daytime sky blue eyes sparkle, and gave his dark brown hair terrific blue highlights. He leaned into me. "I love you, Lola," he said, "I love you." He leaned in further until his lips almost touched mine…
Beep. Beep. Beep.
I sighed. Once again, this perfect dream was ruined by my big obnoxious alarm clock. I rolled out of bed and into the shower. I blow-dried and straightened my long brown hair. I brushed my teeth, washed my face, and applied lip-gloss, the only makeup I wear. I checked my outfit, plain white tee that highlighted my shape and perfectly fitted jeans with a small hole just above the knee. I put on my red sneakers (I am soo not a high-heel girl) and ran downstairs.
My parents are never home in the morning because my mom does the morning news for Carmel, California, the city I live in, and my dad is Carmel's best doctor, so he is on call a lot. I grabbed the orange that my mom had carefully laid on the table for me for breakfast.
Honk. I grabbed my book bag and hopped into my best friend, Harry Slater's, Jeep.
"Hey guys," I said meaning Harry and my other friend, Christina Banks.
"You ready for the exams?" asked Christina. It was the last week of being a junior in high school. I still couldn't believe that I would be a senior next year.
"Heck yeah," I said. "My dad has been going crazy, making me study and quizzing me. Last night he quizzed me and I didn't get one wrong."
Harry whistled slow and low. "That's impressive," he said.
The exams went really easy, as did every test for me. My mom says that I get that from my dad. Another thing I get from my parents is mediating. I am a mediator, someone who can see, speak, and touch the dead. It sounds cool, but it has totally ruined my social life. Harry is a mediator, too. Christina isn't but she knows what it is. I have filled her in on every ghost I've ever met.
Anyway, when I got home I found a note on the kitchen counter that my mom and dad were going to New York, where my dad had a business meeting. I called my mom on her cell, just like the note said to and told her I would be fine on my own for two weeks. This has happened before and I'm totally cool with it. Even if I don't get to see my parents for two weeks, afterwards it will be summer vacation, which means Hawaii for two weeks with just them.
I have the greatest relationship with my mom and dad. I tell my dad everything, and I tell my mom even more. I have kept some secrets from them, but nothing bad. Its just like those little thinks where you exorcize a ghost that you can't handle yourself. Just those little things.
I walked up to my bedroom and started to study for my exams tomorrow. I wasn't about to come unprepared. I studied for a couple of hours, and then grabbed ten dollars; from the money my dad left me to spend while they were away, and walked down to the corner coffee shop where I met Christina and Harry. We studied some more there, until about eight when Harry's dad called to get Harry to come home. Mr. Slater is big on rules because he doesn't want his son to get into any trouble with ghosts, like he did when he was our age. Mr. Slater is the person I go to when I need information on being a mediator because he has thousands of articles on it.
When I got home I found my uncle David there.
"What are you doing here?" I asked him.
"Oh, hi," he said startled. "Your mom wants me to come here every night to check on you. She's a little paranoid." I loved David. He was the coolest uncle on the planet. It was like he always read my mind.
"Oh," I laughed. "Well, I'm safe."
We talked for a while and then he went home to help my Aunt Shannon with the baby she just had.
Before bed I studied some more, until I was so sick of studying. I just wanted to get it done so I wouldn't have to study for the rest of the week. While I was asleep I had the dream again.