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Chapter II
Ghost
I woke up especially early for school. Not only was I excited but my Aunt said that if I'm late, there won't be any parking. She was right. When I got to Schenectady High, the parking lot was almost full. It was filled with fancy cars. Everybody in this school must be rich. Good thing my Aunt and Uncle got me a Range Rover, I think they want me to fit in right away. I quickly found a parking spot next to a black Hummer. I gathered all my stuff and secured my car. Wow, never in my whole life did I imagine that I would end up in this place. I surveyed the whole parking lot, my Range Rover perfectly blended with the other cars. The question is would I ever fit in? Would I be accepted in this school? There's only one way to find out.
I went to the main office, introduced myself to the secretary and got my schedule. I decided to find my locker first since I have a lot of books to drop off. When I found my locker, I fumbled with the paper with my combination. The numbers were so small. I went through my locker combination over and over again still the lock won't budge. I held the paper close. "Is that a 6 or a 9?" "I think that's a 9" I looked up and stared at this girl with really long brown hair and brown eyes. She was getting something out of her locker too. I muttered thanks and went through my combination again and this time it worked. I placed some notebooks and some unnecessary stuff inside but decided to leave my Twilight books in my school bag. I made a mental note to myself to ask some people if they knew about Twilight.
"Excuse me, do you know where I could find Mr. Bateman's English class?" it was the same girl who helped me. I smiled at her. She must be new like me. "You know what, that's my first class too but I don't know where it is. I think I have a map here somewhere." I was rummaging through my folder looking for the map. "Are you new at this school too?" she asked. I gave her a nod I was still looking for the map. She then squealed with glee. "Thank god I'm not the only one! My name is Lizzy Gabbana." "Marina Charleston." We shook hands. "Marina, where are you from?" I found the map and we're now walking to the English Department Building. "I'm from Torrance, California but my grandma died so I moved here with my Aunt and Uncle." "I'm sorry…" "No, don't be. How about you? Are you from around here?" We made a left turn at the South Wing but stopped for a few minutes to let some AV guys pass. "I'm actually from Maryland. My dad is a doctor and he got transferred to Schenectady Hospital." "My Uncle is a doctor too!" I beamed. Hmmm maybe they know each other.
We stopped in front of a blue classroom. On the door is says "English 1001 Mr. Josh Bateman" I took a deep breath and exhaled. "I think this is it Lizzy." We stepped in and found seats at the back. Several girls were already seated and were chatting animatedly. I wondered if I could be friends with them. Nah, I don't think so. I turned to Lizzy and we started comparing our schedules. It turns out that we have all our classes together. We're both so relieved. We then talked about almost everything and we clicked right away. We were so absorbed in our discussion I didn't even noticed that there's a tall, blonde, guy sitting in front me. He was incredibly quiet, not even bothering to look around or read a book while waiting for the teacher. He just sat there, motionless, frozen like stone. Weird… it reminded me of one of the vampires in Twilight. He smelled good too. I was just about to ask Lizzy if she has read Twilight when the teacher finally appeared. "Good Morning, class. Welcome to English 1001. My name is Mr. Josh Bateman and I will be your English teacher for the rest of the year." Several people groaned. I did to. He interrupted me when I was about to ask Lizzy the most important question of all time.
We spent the whole English period writing down notes. My fingers were aching so hard I think I'm going to have carpal tunnel. Suddenly the tall guy in front of me shot his hand up in the air and said "Mr. Bateman? May I have a bathroom pass please?" He was very polite. The sound of his voice was soothing like music I couldn't describe. He has a southern brawl too kinda. Then Mr. Bateman answered "Certainly, Mr. Hale. Here you go." I stopped writing. "Hale" that sounds awfully familiar. My head snapped up. I checked to see what he looked like but he was already out of the door. "Hale" I muttered under my breath. Tall, blonde, southern brawl, Hale… it all fits. "Jasper Hale" I whispered. No fucking way! It can't be! They don't exist, it's just a story. Marina, get a hold of yourself. I mentally kick myself in the stomach. "Marina, are you okay?" Lizzy asked. "You look like you've seen a ghost…"
It was really a dragging day. Lizzy and I got out late from Math class. I don't know what the teacher was thinking when she gave us a pop quiz. She said it was merely to test our knowledge if we did a little bit of studying during the summer. Hello! Earth to Ms. Cane! That's why it's called summer! We are supposed to be on our vacation not home schooled. Lizzy and I only had a few minutes for lunch. We were so in a hurry to get out of class I already forgot about the "mysterious, Mr. Hale."
At the cafeteria, there were no more empty tables so we had no choice but to sit with some girls from our Art Class. "Lizzy, Marina, you should totally go with us to Manhattan this Saturday." This girl with hair extensions that looked like shit, I think her name is Violet, was trying to get me and Lizzy to go shopping with her group. "Yeah, totally! We should stop by at Staten Island too." Another girl added. I think her name is Tracy. "Umm we'll think about it." Lizzy answered uneasily. She turned to me to back her up. I just shrugged. At the corner of my eye, I saw a bunch of people huddled together. There were five of them. You could not really see their faces because they were talking so close to each other. Then I spotted mystery Hale. He was with them. This was my cue to ask Lizzy about twilight. I instantly grabbed her by the shoulder and she was startled. "I didn't mean to startle you Lizzy, have you ever heard of the book Twilight?" I opened my bag and showed her the book. She examined it and read the summary at the back cover. "No, Marina. I've never heard of it. Who's the author?" she flipped the pages of the book. "I don't know. It just says S.M. on the front." "Hmm, interesting. I'll look it up in the internet." Then before I could stop myself, I fully launched into conversation about vampires, werewolves and romance. "OMG Lizzy, if you find out who the author is you have to tell me!" I was actually shaking her and she was laughing so hard. "Clearly, Marina, you're obsessed!" she said in between laughs.
I suddenly felt a cold sensation on my back. "What was that?" I asked turning around. "Did any of you girls feel something?" Violet and Tracy exchanged weird looks. "We did not feel anything Marina." Violet added. I checked the corner table to see if the 5 people I saw earlier were still there, they're not. I looked around but there's no sign of them. Instead, I locked eyes with this boy. He was standing near the doors of the cafeteria. He had tousled, bronze colored hair, pale white skin, a bruise-like shadow under his eyes, tall, lean body, not very muscular and his eyes again were golden like butterscotch. He was glaring at me. I immediately turned to Lizzy. She saw the horror in my eyes. "Lizzy, do you see that guy by the door?" her eyes followed to where I was pointing. "What guy are you talking about Marina?" I pointed to the same direction. The guy was not there anymore. "He was right there Lizzy. He was glaring at me." I gave her a pleading look. "I believe you but he's not there anymore. He must be some dumb psycho trying to scare you and get your attention." Maybe she's right, but he looked so frightening. The pale complexion, those hate-filled glaring eyes…it pierced my heart and gave me goosebumps. Why can't Lizzy see him but I did. I felt something when none of the girls did. Maybe I did see a ghost this time.
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