Kelly didn't mean to die. No-one ever does, it's not something that can be helped. Even though she's dead the previous head girl can still remember how she had died. Kelly was on a mission when it happened, it should have been simple and easy but fate was against her that day. A simple bullet pulled her from her body, Kelly didn't feel the pain of the bullet piercing her heart and she was grateful for that.
The head girl knew what she was and what she should do. Kelly Jones had managed to become a ghost; she wasn't stuck in a certain place like most ghosts, Kelly could walk the Earth freely. The MI7 spy decided that she had freedom because of how she behaved when she actually had a body, Kelly liked adventure. Just because the girl was dead didn't mean she still didn't like the adventure. But before Kelly could walk the Earth, or float as she joked, she had some things to sort. Unfinished business that Kelly wanted to see finished.
The first thing Kelly did as a ghost was follow the people who had taken her body, it was natural. The previous head girl stayed with her body as long as she could. She watched it being identified by a tearful Miss Fritton, she sat by her body in the morgue and she had her ghostly heart set on watching her own funeral. So when her body was sealed tightly in a coffin Kelly knew it was time.
It felt odd to sit in the car with her body in the back of it. It even felt odd to not be noticed by anyone in the car, that's the one thing Kelly hated about being a ghost. She had never liked to be ignored. The car soon pulled up to a large church, all eyes immediately shot to the car. Kelly rolled her eyes as she saw tears being to form in the funeral guest's eyes, she even sighed when she noticed that they were all in black. When everyone started to enter the church, Kelly walked through the door of the car and followed them in.
The ex-head girl sat on top of her coffin as hymns were sang and the vicar spoke. Every now and then she would get up and go tap some poor guest on the shoulder. Kelly's patience was wearing out by the time people began to talk about her life. "Kel," Taylor said, her voice was almost cracking but somehow she held it together, "So many embarrassin' stories tha' I had stocked up for ya future weddin'," The chav grinned, "I suppose I'll keep 'em to me self, tha' way you can't haunt me or nuffin'. You was a good mate, annoyin' at times, bu' otherwise ya was a gooden. I can still 'member when ya single handedly chased off those marines." Kelly and all of the St Trinians present smirked, "You is gonna give those angels a right hard time, try not to blow the place up before we get there init."
That was all the girl could manage before she felt the lump in her throat expand, she refused to cry in front of an audience. Taylor stuff her hands in her black tracksuit bottoms and walked back to her seat next to Andrea with her head bowed to the floor, she hoped that nobody could see the tears gathering in her eyes. Students past and present took turns speaking about the fearless, supernatural and cunningly clever Kelly Jones. Although Kelly always accepted compliments and enjoyed hearing about her past plots she was getting bored of hearing it, when Kelly was bored mischief happened. The fact that the spy was now a ghost made her think how she would conduct said mischief, surely it wouldn't be as easy as it was when she had a body? Wrong. Kelly rose from her perched position on her coffin and strolled around the church prodding and poking people on her way. As she pasted an ice cold breeze followed making people shudder and look around for the source of the sudden drop in temperature. Kelly even knocked a few hats off of elder relatives heads and pushed bibles and pews from their places. The new ghost was about to try and slam the large door when she looked deep into Andrea's eyes.
Kelly blinked, she was a ghost therefore impossible that her friend could see her. Rolling her eyes, Kelly moved to the side. Andrea's eyes followed. Kelly moved again. Andrea followed with her eyes. The ghostly Jones frowned, nobody should have been able to see her. If people could see her then that would defeat the object of being dead, that's what Kelly thought about the matter anyway. The shuffle of people standing interrupted the staring contest between ghost and Emo. She couldn't help but laugh as her physical body was wheeled out with a fierce girl anthem in the back ground, at least something wasn't traditional.
Kelly followed the guests of her funeral out causing most of them to shiver with the ice cold breeze she took with her. She saw her parents, both still with their heads stuck up their arses, and her many uncles and aunts. Jones didn't care much for her blood family, they weren't her real family, Kelly only had eyes for her girls. The fearless troop of school girls dressed in accessorised school uniform was Kelly's true family, they were the ones that would risk life and limb to save each other and their school. One particular girl was the main focus of Kelly's gaze and it broke her transparent heart to see the girl looking so broken and afraid, Jones felt the urge to engulf the girl in her arms and whisper assurances in her ear. She couldn't do that now. One of the few annoying down sides to being among the walking dead.
Nothing ever stopped the unstoppable Kelly Jones from doing what she wanted to do, why would that fact change if she she was in spirit? The freshly dead girl took long strides over to her alive and thankfully breathing girlfriend, it pained her to see Annabelle Fritton looking breakable. She couldn't do much without scaring Fritton, scaring her girlfriend wasn't on her to do list. Instead Kelly settled for placing an icy hand on Annabelle's shoulder and hoped that Belle would be able to sense an assuring presence. Belle's head jerked up the instant her warm shoulder dropped in temperature, her head darted around, looking for the source of the icy feeling. Seeing the panicked look in Belle's eyes, Kelly removed her hand. For the second time that day, the ghost frowned. It wasn't because Andrea was staring at her again but because Belle started to sniff the air. "Annabelle?" Chelsea whispered in alarm, "Are you alright?"
"Oh yes, I'm sure she's fantastic Chelsea," Kelly said with an eye roll, it wasn't like anybody could hear her,
"I'm," Annabelle paused for a moment to sniff the air once more, "Fine. Where's Andrea?"
"Moved on already have we?" Kelly smirked,
"By the cars I think," Chelsea replied, "Why?"
"Shagging at my funeral are we Fritton?" Kelly chuckled again,
"I just need to speak with her," Belle smiled reassuringly,
"That's code for snog Chelsea,"
"It's about her awareness," Chelsea sighed at this,
"She can't bring Kelly back from the dead,"
"No, but she can see how Kelly's doing and where she is."
Was supposed to be a oneshot but half way through ideas for this began pouring in. This was supposed to be up a year ago along with 'Not How I Planned My Wedding Day'... Better late then never. All ideas related to ghosts are "the after life" (I'll put it in quotes for those who don't believe in it) are based on my 'research' from Most Haunted and other shows featuring Derek Acorah, Andrea might end up with her own Sam.
Review because I've been teaching 7 year olds simple division and I couldn't even spell division or review in the memory of the moth I just killed.