So... This is an idea that popped in my head.. I know it's not great but, just give it a shot. Please? anyways, Enjoy!
The red-headed girl is hiding in the back of the room, in the corner, in front of a bookcase, well she isn't exactly "hiding," but it feels like it-well to her it does anyway.
A bunch of men in jumpsuits are coming into her house. They are all moving boxes and furniture in. She doesn't like it, not one bit. They aren't just moving things inside, they are also moving things out. They took her favorite couch out. The last family that lived here was decent enough to leave it here.
She didn't really dislike the last family. In fact she was found of the youngest child, she was kind, pretty, and lonely. She even started playing with her when no one was watching. But that was the reason they left. She did feel bad about it and swore that one day she would make it up to her.
They movers stopped moving things as soon as a tall and pale woman came in and told them to leave. The agreed happily. They are probably tired, they had moved things all day. It's a big house.
The woman looks around the room and smiles. She was satisfied. She stuck her head out the door and calls out three names. The girl in the corner didn't quite catch them, but she doesn't really care for names.
A few moments later people come in. Two young men and one young woman.
The girl in the corner takes them in. One of the boys has jet black hair and vivid blue eyes, he looked like the girl on his right and the woman who had come in earlier.
The girl on his right, who must be his sister, Is as tall as the older woman but has a more of a younger look and the same color of hair as her brother but her's comes down to her waist and it is as straight as a toothpick just like the tall woman, who must be their mother.
The other boy though.. He is entirely different. Unlike the rest he is golden. If she had one word to describe him, that would be it. Golden. His hair was closer to the color gold and it curled down around his ears. He is also tan, while the others are pale. He was a bit shorter than the other boy, but not by much, as there both quite tall.
"Robert and Max, will be here shortly. I asked them to pick up a few things along the way." The older Woman said.
"I get the biggest bedroom!" The other girl called out.
"No, Izzy. I think since I'm the oldest I should be the one to get the biggest room." The boy with the blue eyes said.
"Um.. Actually Alec... I think that room should go to the most talented of the four." The golden boy said.
"Yes, I Totally agree. That's why it should go to me!" The girl with the long hair, whose name was apparently Izzy, stated.
"No!" Their mom interrupted their bickering, "none of you get that room. That room is going to be for your father and me. We'll decide the rest of the rooms later once your brother gets here. Mean while you all can help move some boxes into the kitchen."
All three of them mumbled a fine and okay before walking out of the door towards their van.
They were all out the door, well all except one. The golden boy. He stayed back. He's looking straight at the book shelf, something must have caught his eye. If the red-headed girl, in front of the book shelf, didn't know any better she would've thought that he was looking at her.
He's looking at the book shelf as if he was looking for something. He takes a couple of steps forwards, towards the shelf. He is right in front of the girl now. He isn't looking at her though. But she ish looking at him, but she has to crane her neck to actually see his face, do to the height deference.
What is he looking for?h the girl thought.
"If you're looking for dust bunnies then you might have better luck looking in the attic." The girl suggested, even though she knows he can't hear her.
"Jace!" Izzy called. "Get your ass over here, you can help too!"
The boy took another glance at the book shelf then he Shrugged and walks away.
When their father and younger brother- Robert and Max- came to the house they decided which room was who's. Robert and Maryse got the biggest while Alec got the second biggest, after that no one really cared which room they got since after Alec's room every room was the same size.
They were all sitting at the dinner table, eating some Chinese take out food that Robert and Max picked up along the way.
The red-headed girl can hear them from the stairs. She was staying out of their way. For now. Sometimes she would look through their belongings and see what was up.
From what she gathered she found out that they were the Lightwoods. The tall woman was Maryse and she is married to Robert Lightwood. They had three kids, Alec, Isabelle, Jace, and Max.
Alec, Jace and Isabella were all around her age. Jace and Alec were both in their senior year while Isabelle was a year behind them. They are all going to the same school she used to go. Idris High. Max was only nine so he was going to an Elementary school a few blocks from Idris.
From what she could tell Max loved comics. He was a little boy, who looked seven even thought he was actually nine. He had brown hair and grey eyes, he also wore glasses that were to big for his face. He reminds the red-headed girl of some one. She frowned at the thought and shook it away. That was in the past, time to move on. She thought to her self.
They all had finish their meals and were now taking a break from all the unpacking. Isabelle is talking on the phone with one of her friends, Jace and Alec are talking about some football game, Maryse and Robert are paying some bills, and Max is trying to get at least one of his family members to pay attention to him.
He finally gave up and headed up the stairs to his room. The red-headed girl got up when she saw him coming up.
She followed him to his room, down the hall. He kept glancing over his shoulder, as if he sensed someone was following him, that made the red-headed girl smile, knowing exactly what it ment. But the red-headed girl still made sure that she was hidden each time he glanced back.
Once he got to his room he pulled out a cardboard box and took out a Naruto manga. The red-headed girl just hid behind the door way
He spent a full ten minutes on the first page. His eye brows came together at each sentence. The red-headed girl couldn't see his face, since his back was to her, but she could see that he was struggling. She sighed and walked forward. She gave a soft knock on the door. And he turned around. He's pupils seem to dilation.
"Shhh! Please don't scream! I wont hurt you! Just don't scream!" She stammered, But it was too late he opened his mouth and let out a loud scream that went all through the house.
Everyone down stairs stopped what they were doing and booked it. They ran as fast as they could. Once they reached Max's room they were all out of breath.
"What the Hell Max?" Jace asked as soon as he saw that there was no real danger in the room.
"Its her! She just came in to my room!" Max was pointing straight at the red-head, but all the other Lightwoods could see was the white wooden door. Alex took a step and looked behind the door, the red-head stepped away.
"Max," Alec sighed. " there's no one here"
"She's right there! Cant you see her?" He was yelling now.
"Max, you've read to many comic book." Isabelle said.
"Maybe you should get some sleep, son. Its been a long day." Robert suggested.
"Max they can't see me." The red-headed girl informed him. "If you promise not to freak out and tell them everything is alright, then I'll explain everything to you. And if you want, I can leave you alone." She added.
Max bit hid thumb nail and nodded. "Um.. Your right dad, it has been a long day. Sorry. I just need to rest for a bit. Sorry to bother you."
"Its okay, son. Just get some rest. We'll have your bed in here by morning."
They all made their way down stairs, mumbling something about him wasting their time.
The red-headed girl closed the door after they left. Max took a seat on the mattress by the corner.
"Who are you?" He asked quietly. She could tell he was afraid of her, that makes her a bit sad. She doesn't want that.
"My name is Clary. I died here a couple of years ago." She let that sink in.
"So you're a g-ghost?" Max asked.
"Yes." She nodded.
"Then why can I see you and they can't?"
"Because," she sighed. "Youre only nine. Only certain people can see us. Like kids such as yourself-"
"I am not a kid!" He interrupted. Clearly annoyed by that comment.
"Okay... The young. Hows that?"
"Better." He nodded.
"Anyways, only the young can see us. That's why only you can see me."
"Why?"
"Because younger people have more imagination and have their mind more open than older people. You have probably seen many ghost around, but just didn't realize it."
"So only the young can see you?"
"Not necessarily, other people can, only if they have been through a death experience, or even if they have watched some one die in front of their eyes. But the thing with that is that they have to choose to see. They have to want to see."
"Why did you come to me then?"
She grinned. "I saw that were having trouble reading that." She pointed to the manga he was recently reading, which was now on the floor, since he dropped it when he was screaming blood murder.
He blushed. "Oh yeah. I can't figure out which way you're supposed to read them."
"Here let me show you." She picked up the book and sat next to him on the mattress. He was hesitant at first but then he got over it, deciding that she was okay.
"Here see." She turned the book to the last page, which was really the first page. "You start at the back, then you read the speech bubbles from left to right instead of right to left."
"Oh I get it now!" He nodded his head. He started reading immediately.
Clary stood up and walked towards the door. "Well, I'll leave you to it then." She said noticing that he was lost in the manga.
He just waved her off and nodded his head, clearly not paying attention anymore.
She was about to close the door when max called out. "You know Clary. You aren't half bad." He smiled at her and she smiled back.
At least she can have at least one person she can talk to. But she was a bit sad that she hasn't really had anyone her age to talk to, that can talk back anyways. It has been so long...
She missed it. She missed all of it. She missed getting excited about getting a new comic book. She missed freaking out and yelling in to the phone about some band coming to town. She missed eating. Ghost can't get hungry, which can be a blessing, but that means you can't taste sweet, sweet chocolate either.
Well complaining will do her no good. At least she had some one to talk to. That was enough for now.
So... Um.. Did you like it? I'm really sorry if you didn't! So yea. If you did like it the. Follow, favorite and/or Review! Kay thanks for reading!
-CJ