I stared at myself in the mirror. Wearing a black T-shirt, blue jeans and a pair of shoes, I look like a normal boy. However, I knew better than to believe that statement. The proof of my strangeness was the ghostly image of a ghost staring at me in the mirror.
Yep, that's me. Jack Reverly, Ghost Boy, not really a perfect name though. You see, I'm not a ghost myself but I could see them. And with my current age, I could hear them whispering. My powers seem to develop as I grow older and ever since I was five years old, I knew that this is going to be a secret that I have to carry alone.
My parents are definately out of the list when it comes to sharing secrets. Hell, I doubt that they even knew my birthday. They were rarely home all the time and it will be a miracle or the end of the world if they came home together. In all my fifteen years, I've only met them face-to-face four times a year.
My thirteen-year-old sister, Sophie, is more mysterious than me and that's saying something. She rarely leaves her room and when she does, it will be either for food or our private tuitions at home since that we had never attended school before. And she talks even less.
My granparents are dead . . . well, except for my mom's dad. But he's just plain crazy with his ramblings and all. Well, that's it. Welcome to my life.
