Ok. So here's the deal. I'm Amelia De Silva, daughter of Suze and Jesse and sister to Cam and Morgan De Silva. Yes, I am a De Silva. And what a curse it is. So anyway here's my week so far.
I go to Mission Academy in Carmel, California. My best friends are Melanie Peterson, Hilary Nightingale and Jordan Slater. It all started two days ago, on Monday. I was leaving for school…well, actually I was waiting for my brother Cam to drive Morgan and I to school but I was waiting for him because he was waiting for my sister because she was getting ready for school and everyone knows not to disturb her otherwise you'd get a serious head injury. Finally Morgan finished in the bathroom and we could go, mind you she made us an hour late. But my parents are friends with the principal, Father Dom, so I didn't think he minded. But Sister Ernestine, well, that was a whole different story. She went INSANE. Insane in the membrane! My mum was like "Is she still around?" She still asks the same question now and then even though I've been at the Mission pretty much my whole life and still have another two years to go. I'm 16 and in the tenth grade. And let me tell you, it is no picnic. Back to the story. I was walking to my English class when I saw a shimmer of silver in the corner of my eye. Oh, sorry. Didn't I mention I had a certain gift? Actually more like a curse in my opinion. Father Dom disagrees and says it's a "Gift from God." Sorry, I'll just cut to the chase. Although I try to avoid it at all costs. I am a Mediator. I can see, speak, touch and communicate with the dead (NO! I don't mean that touch, you sickos!) When I saw this ghost in the breezeway, I turned around and gestured for her to follow me to the Mission graveyard.
"What?" I said, actually hissed when we got there.
"Are you the mediator?"
"Well, duh. Otherwise I obviously wouldn't be able to see you."
"Well sooorry!"
"No, look, I'm sorry. Let's start again. Hi I'm Amelia De Silva and I am the mediator. How may I be of service to you?"
"Well, I-" But she never finished because someone was walking toward us. She dematerialised and left me with the stranger. Well, it actually turns out he is my best friend, Jordan Slater's troublemaker triplet, Nick Slater. (Yes, there are three! I'll get to the third one in a minute)
"Milly? Who were you talking to?"
"Oh, no one. Just myself. It helps with the stress of school."
"You come to a graveyard to be calm?"
"What? I'm aloud to. But now I gotta get back to class."
"Come on, it's just English."
"Yeah, well at least it's something I'm good at."
"Whatever. So, do ya wanna get outta here?"
"And what? Go drink driving?"
"Something like that. Come on, it'll be fun"
"You have got to be kidding me!"
"It wouldn't hurt"
"You know what Nick? Maybe another time, I need to get to class."
"Party pooper. You owe me!"
"Hmmm. Don't count on it." I said under my breath as I left. God, that guy gave me the creeps. I mean sure he's hot but (that brings me to the third Slater) so is his other triplet brother Dean. OH MY GOD! I swear when I see him it's a shock. That cute brown, curly hair and that gorgeous tan! AND his buff body. But not too buff. He looks good enough to eat. If only he'd like me. But he goes out with Peta Summers, the skankiest chick on the planet! He deserves better. Like me! Kidding, I'm not a stuck up bitch. But he does deserve better. So back to the story. There was no way I was going to English. Oh my God, my worst subject. I know I said it was the only thing I was good at but I had to lie to Nick. Like I said he wasn't good news. I was in fact, going to see Father D. I went into the main office and the receptionist said to go right in. I creaked the door open, peeped inside before entering and plopped myself down in the chair at the front of his desk.
"Susannah. To what do I owe the pleasure?"
"Well, you see Father, I was encountered by another ghost. I did what you said and took her to the graveyard to help her with unfinished business but didn't get to finish because I was rudely interrupted by a certain person called Slater."
"Which one? Dean? Why would he go to the graveyard?"
"No, not Dean. I wish. I meant Nick."
"Oh. Why was he there?"
"What do you think? He was gonna go out the back way and wag."
"Amelia. Didn't you stop him?"
"Actually, no, because he asked me to go with him."
"Amelia!"
"As if! I can't even stand being in the same room as him! I would never go off with him." I shivered and gagged.
"Well, I'm glad you made the right decision. silence Oh Amelia you'd better go. Your breaks on and I have work to do. Go and talk to your friends." (a/n I know pointless convo but hey)
"Ok. See ya Father Dom."
"Yes, good bye Amelia."
So I left him in peace and went to find my friends, Mel, Hils and Jordo. I found them where I always find them. Waiting for me at my locker. I keep trying to tell them to wait at our table but my locker has a certain attraction I wasn't aware of and am still clueless. Anyway, when they saw me Mel started with
"Where were you? You missed Homeroom AND English."
"Well, Morgan made us late again and Father Dom wanted to see me so…yeah. Sorry"
"Well you didn't miss much. Teachers were delusional and taught us junk anyway"
"Yeah, it's not like we're gonna need Shakespeare to get into college" Hils said.
"You never know. When you're older you'll probably be like 'I wish I studied more Shakespeare'" I replied
"Are you serious? It's sooo boring. Why can't he speak English for once?" Jordo joined in.
"Well, he actually was speaking English. Just in a Latinish way" I said in an as-a-matter-of-fact tone.
"Ok. Now my brain aches from talking about Shakespeare. We just had a WHOLE double on it."
"Well I'm sorry." I told him, and kissed his forehead to make it feel better. (a/n You know like when you were five and when you hurt yourself your parents would kiss the wound better? Oh maybe that's just me.)
"Hey, if it means I get that, then I'm all for it." He replied.
"Slater!" and I pushed him playfully. (We're just friends!)
"Yeah" I heard from behind me. I turned around and I saw two bright baby blues looking at me. It was Dean Slater! OMG! Ahhh! Do I look ok?
"Excuse me?" I squeaked. That's just great. The only times I've talked to him I sound like a mouse dying. I bet that was attractive.
"Well, you said my name I was just…" But then he saw Jordan and realized his mistake. "Oh. Sorry" And he walked away. Humph! I wish he would talk to me. And ask me out. But I'm too plain for his liking. Plain Jane. I mean he dates the most popular girl in school and he's rich and I am none of those.
"Ahhh! I told you not to call me that! There are three of us. It gets too confusing." Jordan interrupted. My thoughts, I mean. Interrupted my thoughts.
"Well, if I get to look into his eye-I-I'm hungry" I never mentioned to Jordan that I liked his brother, Dean. sigh Milly Slater. It has a nice ring to it. But wait, I'm getting ahead of myself. I mean I don't even really know him. And I'm getting off subject.
"Me too" Hils and Mel said in unison. We started walking towards the courtyard chatting but Jordan just looked at me. He was looking so hard at me I felt like I had something on my face. I reached up to check what it was.
"What?" I asked him. It was kind of getting annoying. And silent.
"Nothing."
"Ok."
"Actually, I was thinking of going to see that new movie…ummm…The Omen."
"Yeah, so?"
"Well, I was wondering if you wanted to see it with me on Friday night."
"I'd love to. As friends."
"Yeah, as friends. Cool. Pick you up at seven?"
"Sevens great." We don't have a bell system here so you have to keep an eye on the time yourself. When I looked at my watch it told me that it was time for Spanish. I wanted to take French but Mum wouldn't let me. I mean it's not like I need to take the class. Dad can speak Spanish so what's the point? (a/n you know how Suze always wished she had taken Spanish instead of French) But she was so naggy about it, so just to get her off my back I ticked the little square with the word SPANISH next to it on my electives form.
"Oh. Well, maybe I'll call you to finish our convo. But right now I have Spanish with the Hoare." Yes I know I spelt whore wrong. That was what my Spanish teachers name was. No joke. So we all just call her Hoare for short. Mrs Hoare. Hmmm. How she coped in school I do not know. The hoarinator. That's a good one.
"No, it's fine I'll see you tomorrow. We'll talk then" (we had no other classes together. That's why he won't see me again 'til tomorrow)
'Oh, ok. See ya. Enjoy French!"
"I'll try. Woo hoo!" I love his sarcastic party noises. It makes me laugh. My smile broadened and I left for Spanish.
