The Mediator - Next Generation - Chapter 2
Alanna's POV
Sometimes I am a tad resentful of being a twin, like when people buy us identicle presents or the whole sharing a birthday thing, but the one thing that really irks me about it is when - like today - people confuse you for the other twin meaning that said twin is kissed by my boyfriend. All credit to Anna, she pushed him away in like a micro second, but still it would not have happend if we did not look alike.
For my part I exclaimed his name then stormed off the girls room - well I couldn't go to homeroom early, beside we were in the same one, homeroom I mean - so I had a little cry. Not much off one cause that would totally boast his ego, but a small to commemorate the loss of a guy, cause intentional or not he is so dumped for that kiss, because as some of my other ex's know while I love my twin dearly any boyfriend of mine has to be able to tell us apart to avoid situations like the one just now.
So there I am in the cubicle, sniffling slightly, and of course my friends came to me in my time of need.
''He's such a loser''
''What a lame excuse,''
''I know, as if!''
''You can do better than that, anyway.'' eventually after a few more comments like that I felt better and we headed to homeroom, purposely ignoring Ian - my ex, what a name by the way, why did I ever like a guy called Ian? - and took my usual seat. Anna had gone to her own homeroom, so I just talked to my friends.
Anna's POV
El idiota, el burro, imbécil-(idiot, dumbass imbecile)- i thought silently as a sat in homeroom turning scarlet. Ian, Alannas boyfriend hads stupidly mixed us up this morning kissing me, now not only did I look easy and a total bitch - even though Alanna said she didn't blame me - I was fully mortified in front of my whole year almost, and of course everyone was sat round discussing in an we're-being-descreet-but-not-really kind of way.
And it didn't help that Bridget, my best friend, who was sat next to me, kept whispering, ''Ignore them, ignore them. They're just being patético (pathetic) - she picked up one or two words and phrases up of me after all I am half spainish, dad had taught all us kids spainish while we were growing up, even mom could speak some, not fluently or anything, but better than her own mom, who had tried because we kids used to speak it when she babysat us and she was clueless as to what we were saying. Whereas Grandpa had been all, speak english or you'll get nothing.
I was more than relieved when we were finally released from homeroom, as at least in my next class I was sat at the back. But it turned out I was not in for a quiet lesson, as when we were walking through the courtyard, I heard someone exclaim ''Nombre de dios!'' (Oh my god!) so I set off at a run toward the shout and sped up when I heard a loud crash, followed by a familiar string of curses - in spainish, ''Cogida, mierda, maldicio'on 'el (basically - fuck, shit, damn it!
Alexia's POV
Presumido (Show-off), I muttered, as I ducked the newly severed head of the founder of our dear school, Father Sierra. Brilliant way start to a school year, I though sarcastically, I hadn't even made it to first period without getting into trouble, at least this time I can honestly claim innocence. ''Watch out!'' I vaguely heard someone yell, turning, too slowly I realised to late at the head was coming at me again. But then at the last possible moment something hit me in the midriff. Heavily I landed on the grass, blinking I realised the missile had been a person, now he lay on top of me. Briefly I saw he bright blue eyes up close, then he got off me pulling me up quickly with him.
For good reason as well, the head was still wizzing around looking for human targets. The guy who'd pushed me out of harms way told me briefly, ''get out the way, do want to get hit?'' but before I could give a scathing reply I realised he'd continued talking, only not to me, ''Look can't we work this out peacefully, you know, talk maybe?'' he said his gaze firmly on the ghost who was causing all of this.
The blonde-haired ghost just threw her head back and laughed. Seriously she had a proper evil cackle-thing going on. But this ment only one thing, this guy? Who ever he was could see her. Way too many mediators around here, I thought shaking my head slightly.
''You can see her?'' I asked, just to clarify. The guy looked at me gone out at first, then a realisation hit him.
''Can you see her?''
''No derr, I'd love to talk about this all morning but we need to get rid of her,'' the guy nodded, looking back at the girl, but before either one of us could formulate a plan Allie, Alanna and Anna arrived. Also, luckily most people had left now so we didn't have to worry about looking slightly insane in front of out peers. God forbid (sarcasm). However for probably the first time in my life I was glad to see my older sister.
''Took your time didn't you?'' I asked, hiding how happy I was to have back-up I knew.
''Well we hardly knew your trying your extreme mediation methods todays, a warning would be nice.''
''Oh and that old lady last week, my mediation skills arn't that bad at least.'' Allie opened her mouth to reply, but Anna interupted.
''Ugh guys, I dunno if you noticed but psycopathic ghost on the loose here?'' Allie snapped her mouth shut tightly, to keep her bitchy remark to herself.
''Whos' the dude?'' asked Alanna.
''Dude later, ghost now.'' but the practical side of this mediation seemed to be a little hard to grasp. The girl, whoever she was, had completely lost it. The benches started to come loose and the decapitated statue began to wobble.
''Yeah dude later, right.'' Allie muttered under her breath.
''Muérdame (bite me)'' I replied.
We all scattered then to avoid the head, and I lost it, I'd gotten grass stains on my new 'My Chemical Romance' t-shirt. This bitch was gonna pay. At first I wasn't sure how, but then grimly it came to me. May I just say that if this wasn't a last resort situation then I was so grounded for the rest of my life.
Before anyone else moved again, I walked toward her, the poor girl didn't even think to block me. Like a 16-year-old girl could do anything to a telepathic ghost. How wrong she was. I grabbed her arm and shut my eyes, imagining the place my mom had spoken about with such fear in her eyes.
At first I thought it hadn't worked but then a noticed a deathly silence had fallen. Opening my eyes I saw why my mom didn't like this place. It was a long corridor that seemed endless, with doors lining both sides, and a layer of fog covering the ground.
Then the quiet was broken as ghost-girl started to shreik. Seriously, like that banshee out of Charmed or something.
''Geez,'' I muttered letting go of her wrist and moving away, ''La reina del drama mucho? (drama queen much?)
Then another voice, not hers, replied to my aimless question - in spainish I might add - ''Bien usted hizo interupt su diversión(well you did interupt her fun)'' his tone wry.
I spun around, forgetting the murderous spirit, not five feet behind me. ''How'd you get here?'' I asked - in English - dumbfounded.
He shrugged, ''Same way you did. So who were those girls who came. I presume they saw her too?''
I nodded, not sure what to make of him, ''They're my sisters, I replied causiously.
''Oh right, well best be getting back, don't want to go to hospital on my first day here, see ya.'' then he dissapered, taking one last look at the shreking girl, I shrugged and did the same.
All I can say is when my mom told us about a post-shifting headache, she forgot to mention just how bad it was. ''La madre que jode a Dios maldita sea! (mother fucking god damn it)'' was the first thing I said, even before opening my eyes.
