A\N: In no way, shape, or form, do I own these characters. They will probably stray a little from the book from which they originate (The summoning and The Awakening by Kelley Armstrong). The plot is the same in the beginning, but goes in a very different direction. Hope u like it!
*This is written in the characters views and sometimes the chapters are pages of Chloe's journal.*
Dear Mom,
I miss you. Alright, now I feel weird talking to a journal like it's you, but It's probably the only way to get these thoughts out strait. So, long story short, I got slammed into a house for the crazies.
Everyone else calls it a "group home" but that's just being gentle, and you out of anyone would understand how I like things to be direct. So I dyed my blonde plain hair in the school sink, what's the big deal? Its only a red streak, it'll fade. Anyways, my friends said it would make my five-foot just-hit-puberty-self look older. I think the part Dad and the PoPo* didn't like was me running vigorously up the second floor stairs two at a time, and then screeching, collapsing, and trying to claw the air. I promise I'm not mental!
The guy was standing right there, his face melting off, like a marshmallow off a stick! Ew, much? I didn't realize until later that it had been another ghost. You didn't know while you were here, and no one else knows, but I can see and talk to ghosts. I feel like I've been getting stronger, so there might be more parts to my powers still to come, not sure though.
Oh! Almost forgot, you know that navy colored army-style pea coat you got for me a few years ago? Well now it's a dark putrid puke green color, thanks to Derek. He's this huge, and I mean 6' 5' huge, kid (yes, I know, it's strange) who is also stuck in the loony bin with me. He is a grease ball with black ringlet hair, and is kind of bulky, but more like a hockey player than a Pillsbury doughboy. I ran into him once, my head hitting his chest, barely, and it was like walking into a brick wall. The most eerie part about him is that he is silent. His faint footsteps, barely-there breaths, and ambiguous answers to my simple questions; it's all-so very Derek. He's a mystery guy.
He's weird, standoff-ish, blunt, smart, sweet, has gorgeous green eyes…
Oh crap, I mean, he's weird.. yeah.. oh great. I like him, don't I? Thx, Ma.
It's dinner time…
Love you (even if you are a journal),
©hlœ §aunders.
*PoPo- Police