Hey everyone, new chapter and all that. Just to say, I haven't got any software to spell check so I couldn't. Just forgive me and read past the mistakes! :D
Chapter 2
"I can't, not this weekend" I admitted. I heard Becca sigh angrily over the phone and then she started convincing me to come. Suddenly, I had this feeling in my chest, something that told me to go. "Oh okay, Becca, I'll come" I sighed, like it was a difficulty. As if, I'd snuck out loads, guess I'd learnt it from mum. Becca squeeled at the end of the line and started telling me the details. Today was Friday and Becca had decided to have it tomorrow. She had this massive pool, like half the size of a football pitch. Saturday came around quickly and before I knew it, it was time for Becca's pool party. My stomach clenched as the thought of lying to mum came into my mind. Yes, I may seem steel nerved to everyone who didn't know me properly but when it came to mum, it felt wrong. "Mum, I really don't feel well so I'm going to sleep. Please don't wake me" I groaned believably. My stomach physically twisted as I said it. Mum called up that she hoped I felt better voice sounded genuine but there was somthing else there. Sadness? I crept out of my room, onto the tree outside and jumped silently onto the grass. I looked up at the illuminated house that seemed beautiful in the evening light. The house was a two storey thatched house that had white roses climbing the trelesse. Mum had moved out of the house Grandad had built because she said it held to many memories of dad. I snuck out to the front of the house, down the side passage and out onto the mainroad. Unlike mum, I was quite athletic and could run quite far. Becca's house was about one quatre of a mile away from my house so I ran there. Once I was there, I quickly changed into my swim suit in the public bathrooms near her house. I rang the doorbell and Becca appeared Magically. "Eve! I thought you might not make it" Becca smiled, hugging me tightly. She led me through to the backyard where well filled out teenagers lay on sun loungers (even though there was hardly any sun), in the pool or sitting on the wall attached to someone of the opposite sex. One extreamly gorgeous boy sat on the sun lounger like a underwear model. "Oh baby, don't ruin this for me like that. I don't want to call off the party so I can have you for myself" Becca swooned. Becca and George had been together since the end of year 9 and we were now at the beginning of year 11. George winked at Becca, which caused her to giggle loudly. He then looked past Becca, over to me and smiled warmly. Too warmly. George had told me he fancied me three months into their relationship but obviously I wouldn't do that to my friend. I couldn't bare to tell Becca what had happened so he had just fancied me since then, his feelings unreturned. I sat down on the lounger three away from George and took of my peach coloured sarong. George somehow managed to stare at me, even from where he was sitting. The night progressed quickly with me somehow getting to dance with George briefly even if i did protest mightily. Four drinks later and I had somehow managed to make my way onto the diving board and was dancing the Macerena. Suddenly, my foot slipped forward towards the pool. I lost my balence and fell in. It was so quiet under the water i thought I was the water, it was so tranquil that I felt as if I should just stay here, away from life. Unfortunately, two cold-ish hands grabbed my arms softly and pulled my towards the surface. I coughed and spluttered loudly as i made a grab for the edge of the pool. All the water, alcohol and food i had swallowed came back up dramtically. Darkness.
"Evelia. Wake up" An unfamilier voice whispered into my ear. My eyes fluttered open and the voice turned into a unfamilier face. The boy smiled down at me, his teeth looking whiter than someone with the most perfect teeth. In fact, his whole body seemed to glimmer with a white light. He was about my age, with blonde hair that stuck up natraully and green eyes that sparkled like tiny jewels. I opened my mouth to speak but he put a finger to his lips. He then pointed over to the slightly wooded area at the base of Becca's garden. Under normal circumstances, I would have said no straight away but he gave off the vibe that this wasn't for his own gain. I walked over to the woods and slumped against a tree. My mouth tasted acidic, my head banged like a steel drum and my lungs felt like they were swimming in water. I looked at him and raised my eyebrow. "Who. Are. You?" I questioned, my voice hoarse and my head thumped with every word I said. He handed me a glass of water which I gulped down inhumanly and then motioned for me to sit down. I sat down slowly and frowned up at the tall hunk. "My name is Luciano but you can call me Luke" He smiled, sitting down and offering me his hand. His hands were still cold but they felt strangely warmer than before. "What are you?" I whispered to him, carefull so my voice wouldn't be heard. "Think about it, Evelia. I'm cold, only you can see me and I saved you from certain death" he concluded. I furrowed my eyesbrows in concentration as I put together the evidence. My eyebrows widened as I relaised. He's a ghost...