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Chapter 1 (Shadowland)
I walked into my new barbie-bitch bed room. My mother was practically beaming behind me. Honestly! I was about to crack some sarcastic joke about my room when…a shimmer caught my eye. A ghost! Just my freaking luck.
"Oh Suzie. Not again"
My apalled face must have shown. Yes again.I've been helping or kicking their dead asses for like EVER but they still find something to bitch about. Damn them.
"Uh, y'know, mom…I'm um…kinda tired from the trip and I'd like some privacy please" I lied (well not really lied, I was tired and wanted some privacy. Okay fine. I lied. Sue me) so I could KICK THIS GHOST'S ARSE!
As soon as my bedroom door was firmly shut and my mom out of ear shot, I strode over to the window seat that this ghost sat on.
"Okay. Who the hell are you?" I snarled. The ghost infront of me was H-O-T! He clearly died over a hundred years ago (due to his outfit).
"You can see me?" he demanded.
"Yes, goldilocks" I sighed impatiently.
"You must be a shifter, not mediator" he said simply.
"No shit, sherlock…Wait!What? How do you know?" I demanded. I want answers and now.
"I felt it…sweetheart"
"Don't call me that!" I ordered.
"What ever you say, luv" He put emphasis on the word luv, like he wanted to piss me off. I snorted.
"What seems to amuse you?" he asked in a very bored tone.
"The fact that you're being an ass to me and you still have your legs attached" I rerorted.
"Ouch, sweety! It is that time of the month?" Oh! This son-of-a-bitch has gone way too far. I lifted my fist and tried to punch him but he grabbed my arm and twisted it painfully. I glared at him and he let go, his ice blue eyes never leaving my eyes.
"Get out of my room" I demanded blantly of him.
"Why should I be the one to leave. This has been my home for the past century?"he informed me haughtily. I just wanted to wipe that smirk off his face.
"'Cause I said so. Pack your ghostly bags and get" I replied.
"I'll think about" he said and started circling me, still wearing that smirk. I was relevied when I heard Andy's voice floating up the stairs, telling me to come down for dinner. I hurriedly exited my room and almost stumbled down the stairs into the oak kitchen.
Dinner was boring. Mom asked me about how I liked Carmel so far. My first reaction was to say ' Well, my room looks like Barbie heaven and I have a pesky ghost living in my room but other than that Fine thanks'. I didn't really say that though. I said 'Okay,mom'. Brad burped the national anthem. Doc started to tell us about the house history. I basically tuned out, and just ate my tacos.
Thankfully when I came back up from dinner oh-I'm-god's-dead-gift-to-women was gone. For good, I hope. I spoke too soon. There he appeared.
"Nice to see you again, Susannah"
"It's Suze" I snarled.
Arrggghhh.
Screw him!
Screw all ghosts!