LOST WITH A GHOST!

By: Olivia Berghuis

Prologue

I was lying on my bed, hoping that the morning would never come and I wouldn't have to see light of a new day anymore. I didn't want to start the first day of seventh grade. I was scared of what people would think of me. But realizing that it is going to come anyway didn't help.

It was almost 3 o'clock. So I got up and walked to my window, just to look out and see nothing but black. The darkness of the night. So quiet and calm. I looked out the window searching for something but I didn't know what.

I sat back down on my bed and waited.

I had my clothes laid out for the morning. Black pants, purple and black stripped t- shirt, my purple jacket and my sneakers, laid out at the edge of my bed. I wanted to put them back in my closet; so I won't have to know that I was ready for the sun to rise.

I wasn't always this girl who loved black and who hated the sun. I was once a normal girl who loved pink, and the warmth of a new day.

But all that changed when I went into sixth grade last year.

It was in the middle of the year, near the beginning of the second semester. I showed up as I always did, in the front seat of my mom's mini van.

"Bye honey, have a great day at school!" said my mom like always right before I get out of the car.

"I will mom," I gave her a kiss, got out of the car and waved goodbye to her. I walked to meet my friends Sarah, Beth, Hannah, and Madison, where we always met. At the benches, outside of the cafeteria. When I got to our bench, I heard a conversation going on, on the other side of the bench, and it was about me, I acted like I couldn't hear them.

"Hey you see that girl over there, she is like one of those geeks, who want to be popular, and she hangs out with Hannah." I heard one of them say, I turned my head to see which one said it, but as I did they walked away and laughed, one of them staring at me while she was laughing.

Hannah was one of those girls who are popular, but is very revealing about her body. She wears shorts that show off her butt and low cut shirts that show off her cleavage. Many people don't like her because of what she wears, but I am one of those people who look deeper in a person. Like what my mom always says "never judge a book by a cover".

"Don't listen to them, they are just jerks." Sarah told me, putting her hand on my shoulder, trying to comfort me. But how could I not listen to them, they were right! And it made me so mad that they were right. I was just a girl who was smarter than the average girl, and is so desperate to be cool she has to hangout with one of the most revealing girls at school.

"They are 8th graders; they will make fun of anyone, when they get the chance to." Beth told me.

"But they are right, I am a geek! And I hate it. I hate being the smart one, the butt of everyone's jokes, and the talk of all conversations." I moved my shoulder out from under Sarah's hand. At that moment I realized, that if I don't want to be made fun of, I had to do something about it. And that something was change me, change who I am on the outside. So I grabbed my backpack and left the bench.

"Were you going?"

"To the only person who can help me now… Hannah!"

Oh Hannah helped me all right; she helped me into even more conversations than ever.

What she did to was turn me into her, a whinny, show off-ey want to be! She dressed me in her short shorts, and her flip flops. I was being talked about more than ever! I was a taller, smarter, her and that is not what I wanted.

After going through different styles, and different friends for the rest of the year, I came to a style of clothing and attitude that I liked. It was Goth. But I added a splash of me in there.

Goth. Dark and depressing. It seemed fitting because even though I had a lot of friends, I would stay alone and barley talks to anyone. I would just be by myself and no one would bother me, and that is what I wanted.

So as I sat there on my bed, wishing that I would never see tomorrow.

I heard a knock at my bedroom door. I didn't answer it hoping that they would think I was asleep and go away.

"Emily, I know you are still awake! Unlock the door, or I am going to break it down!" I knew it was my brother, Andrew, and I knew he was not bluffing. But what did he want? He had friends sleeping over.

So I ran up to my door, and unlocked the door and opened it, to find that it was not my brother, it was one of his friends that was sleeping over. What did he want at three in the morning?

It was Alex, my brother's only gothic friend, he was very cute. He would be the only one of my brother's friends that I could see me going out with. He was dressed in his black, long pajama pants, and he was topless! He had abbs! Short, choppy black hair, blue eyes that draw you into them, and tan skin which I found odd because he never stays in the sun for too long. I started to smile at the way he looked, but I tried not to let him see.

"Alex? What do you want; I thought you guys were asleep?" I said stepping out of the room, so he wouldn't go in.

"Ummm… well I thought I could ask you something, and you never seem to come out of your bedroom, so I came to you." He said shy like.

"That question would be? What?" I said, trying to figure out why he was talking to me at three in the morning, shy like, like he was doing something embracing.

"Well... I was hoping that we could, ummm…."

"Wow… you are not asking me out are you?" I was trying to hide my excitement. I didn't do so well. He noticed what my answer was, and started to laugh a little.

"Umm... yeah... so what do you say? Do you want to go out sometime?" he said with a big smile on his face, and I knew that he ment it, and he was not put up to it by my brother.

"Yeah sure. I will like that!"

"Great… see you later! Or should I say in the morning?"

"Yeah see you in the morning." I said smiling. I watched him walk away, and into Andrew's bedroom.

I stood there a few minutes trying to process what just happened. After standing there for five minuets, I went into my bedroom, and walk straight to bed and didn't care about school the next morning, or that I was fully dressed, or that I would have to talk Andrew about it, all I cared about was that I could start the new morning with a smile on my face.