Chapter 2:
Camille walked to her first period biology class, and sat in her usual seat. No one approached her. "Well that much hasn't changed at least." She mused. CC propped her head on her hand and listened to the clamor around her. She caught little snippets of conversation like; "I can't believe she just vanished!" "I was right there! The truck hit her and she just disappeared!" That's when CC perked up. They were talking about her accident! She walked over to the two boys that were talking. "Idiot. I didn't disappear, I'm right here! Hello?" CC said this while waving a hand in front of his face. He didn't react. "..And I heard the guy tried to wash off the blood it wouldn`t move!" CC looked down at her arms. They still had the same coffee with cream color, and she still had her lucky ring on. So what was so different? CC went back toward her desk, and noticed something strange. Her backpack was missing. "Come to think of it, it must've flew off during the crash." CC muttered a little note to get it after school as she sat back down. The bell rang; the teacher finished her conversation with another teacher and then walked into the room. That's right! Mrs. Cantiaz always says 'hi' to me or something. But today she didn't even smile. What's really going on here? This revelation hit CC just like the truck from earlier. "Alright kiddos, butts in seats. We have a Biology quiz to take!" She laughed joking at the groans from the other kids. She looked down at the roll sheet. "Hmm, CC's out today. How strange even for her." "What? You can't see me?" CC shouted; wide-eyed panic in full swing now. And then, the intercom buzzed to life. "This is your principal speaking..." The murmurs of the class quieted immediately. "...It is with great sadness that I have to inform you that one of one of our dear students Camille Cree has seemingly passed away it's still unknown because the body hasn't been found, but an eyewitness claimed that she saw her get hit by a truck. Now let's have a moment of silence for her." There were a few gasps in the class. Even obnoxious Brian fell silent. CC could basically feel the nervous shaking of Cris, the girl who was assigned to sit next to her. For some reason, CC started to laugh. She started to love Cris's fear and panic. That now she was sitting next to a dead girl's seat. If I'm really dead, then I'm glad I got to give you a really good scare. CC's laughter reduced to a few giggles and, her original feelings of unease returned. "So, if everyone believes that I'm dead, I wonder how Mom is reacting." This new realization tumbled on to her lips as soon as she uttered the words. Now she was starting to feel guilty. She didn't want her mom to be one of those super depressed people that hole up into the darkness of their homes because their only child died. As CC mused over these deeply depressing thoughts, she picked up on of Cris's pencils and attempted to write. Her hand passed right through it. "Makes sense if I'm dead." she then, she came up with an idea. An idea that felt so amazing, she just had to try it out. After all, it could be considered payback for all of the times that Cris had made fun of her. "I'm pretty sure that if I can concentrate hard enough, I'll be able to pick up that pencil. Hmm, it'll be just like those illusionist guys on late night TV." Luckily, Cris went up to the front of the class to turn in a paper. CC visualized her hand becoming solid, and to her surprise it actually worked. A little. She saw her hand's shadow on Cris's paper. CC picked up the pencil and in her tiny neat script she wrote; I am not dead. CC laughed and her intense concentration broke. The pencil then fell through her hand. "Man, I can't wait to see her face when she sees this!"CC started to giggle again. Cris walked back to the lab table that they shared, and screamed. Virtually everyone rushed over to her. "Ohmygod! She's haunting my paper! She's haunting my paper!" CC noticed that Cris started to cry. "HA HA HA HA! She's hysterical!" CC couldn't help but burst out laughing. "Besides, I'm going to walk in tomorrow and everything will be okay!" CC watched as Mrs. Cantiaz confirmed her writing with shock. "This is definitely her writing!" she exclaimed. CC watched the hysterics with a smile. "Hey relax, or you'll scare her spirit away!" Jack the whack (as he was so widely known in the school) stood up and walked over to the area. CC started to concentrate a little harder so that she was able to pick up the pencil again. She wrote; As if you guys could scare m- and then the pencil fell through her hand. I guess I have a time limit to how long I can hold solid objects .She mused. She looked up at all of the shocked expressions of her classmates. This must be a big break for him. He's the head of the Paranormal club anyway. Jack pushed his glasses up a little. "Maybe in the confusion of her death, CC came to school like a normal school day. But, she must have a very strong spirit if she's able to hold a pencil and write this much." CC felt like glowing after she heard Jack say those words. But then she focused on the first part of what he had said. He was spot on. CC smirked. At least he got the spotlight that he must have craved. "Will she kill me?" asked a post-hysteria Cris. "Well only if she felt that you made her miserable during her lifetime." There were collective gasps around the class. No one seemed to notice that the bell had rung at least fifteen minutes ago. The students of Mrs. Cantiaz' second period class added to the crowd. CC felt like the crowd was suffocating her. I'll try this one last time. She thought, and then put her efforts into concentrating on picking up the pencil. In her success, she scrawled; Peace out –CC then let the pencil drop through her "shadow" for dramatic effect. As the crowd released several screams, wide-eyed looks and a few "Wow's"; CC got up and left the classroom. She still couldn't believe that only an hour had passed. I can tell that this is going to be a very, very long day. Maybe I should leave- But then CC thought of her mother. I don't think I could stand seeing her in that much pain. As she was pondering these pressing thoughts, she found herself beside her second period class. Hmm, AP government. Too bad I can't take notes. And right when I had such a good grade. The conversations around her stirred her out of her thoughts. "And then a shadow came and wrote 'I am not dead' in her writing!" CC turned to the direction of the voice. It was Brian, the obnoxious Brian. Damn, how did I forget that we share a lot of the same classes together! CC thought with a slight panic. Between Brian and Cris this will totally spread throughout the entire school! Why didn't I think of that sooner? If she were solid, she might have kicked a desk. But, this has potential to be very fun...CC felt a cruel grin creeping back on to her face. She looked towards Brian and the girl he was talking to, then back to the chalkboard. Chalk may require more concentration than a pencil, but I think I can wing it. With a determined breath she concentrated on picking up the piece of chalk on the tray. Gradually, she felt the pressure of the chalk in her hand. It feels so weird to concentrated this hard just to pick up a piece of chalk. But, with a bemused smile, she reached for the chalk. Only this time, CC only picked up chalk dust. What happened? I did exactly the same thing that I did for the pencil. She looked down at her now chalky hand. Oh well, I can work with what I have. With that thought, she proceeded to make handprints on the chalkboard. CC turned around to see the shocked face of her teacher. I bet he can't see me either. CC thought sadly. Maybe I should go find Jackie. Her class is nearby.CC walked into the hallway leaving the now noisy classroom behind her. As she walked down the hallway, CC saw Jackie and Paula walking toward the bathroom. She caught a bit of their conversation. "...Why were you even friends with her in the first place?" "I felt sorry for her really," Felt sorry for me? I knew you were lying this whole time. CC felt hot tears streak down her face as she heard Jackie talking. "Please, it's not like we were close or anything" Jackie felt anger boiling inside her. Did she really think of me as a charity case? "What's wrong with you? If you really thought I was like that, you could've said something! Don't you even care?" As she shouted this, the lights above her head exploded. Jackie and Paula screamed as they turned and saw the glass coating the floor. A wave of students and teachers suddenly crowded the hallway. "I wish you didn't hear that. I'm so sorry" Jackie sobbed. "Who are you talking to?" asked Paula, still reeling from shock. CC gasped. Jackie heard her!
