First, I'd like to thank mediatorbrat,Leash,desesperdao en amor and Querida1607 for the first andawesome reveiws of this story. People like you keep me writing!
Disclaimer(I should we writing these things more often)-I do not own the charcters or the story The Mediator! Meg Cabot(She's awesome) does. Except Haven Lee, Greg, Rae, Ty, and Hannah.I made them up.
Friday
"Haven, where's your mother?" Father Dominic asked as I walked in through the school doors. "Isn't she supose to be with you?"
"She had to pick up CeeCee first." I told him. "But she refuses to partcipate in anything to do with presenting, only helping. So do I."
"You're just like your mother." He said. "Just like her. Except your eyes and hair are darker than hers. Your skin too." I put my hand up to my necklace. When I got bored I would play with it but it was gone.
"Oh no!" I slumped. "Not again. That's the third time I lost it!" I walked away looking for it.
"Haven! You promised me you would take good care of it!" Father Dom called out. I turned around walking backwards and called back to him.
"It's not my fault! It keeps on falling off!" Then I bumped into someone.
"Looking for this?" I heard a familiar voice. I turned around to see Greg standing there with my necklace in his hand.
"Yeah." I said and he put it back in my hand. "Thanks." He had a smirk on his face. "But this dosen't mean I'm ever going to go on a date with you. Your theory: 2 mediators should be together, thing. Is lame. Where did you get that to? Your father?"
"Actually," he said proud. "I did." I rolled my eyes and walked away. The bell rang and I was positioned as greeter to the Career Day voulenteers and show them where to go. So I was at the front door waiting for people to come.
Then the first person came. Paul. He walked in all casual and buisness like. I can see where Greg get's his looks from.
"Mr.Slater, I presume." I said when he walked in. I wasn't dressed like a person that would greet people. I was in jeans(they finally dropped the No Jeans! rule at our school), a band t-shirt(Guns n' Roses), and my leather jacket.
"Yes." He said. "And you are?"
"Haven Simon." I said. "I'm supose to be here to greet people and tell them where to go and what-not?"
"Simon, huh?" He looked facinated and almost pleased. "How did you know who I am?"
"Your son is a-um-friend of mine." I said friend like I didn't really mean it. The guy, Greg I mean, is evil. I looked out the door and another car pulled up. A nice one too. Red mustang GT(A/N: My aunt has one. They look awesome.) Then the same doctor that had found my necklace walked in through the Mission doors.
"Oh, Jesse." Paul said looking at the tall doctor. "Long time, no see."
"Paul? Wow." He said. "Who's this? Your daughter?" Jesse, or as his name read on his doctors name tag Dr. J de Silva.
"No, it's not." Paul said. "Meet, Haven Simon."
"S-Simon?" Jesse stuttered. "Susannah's?" He said quietly. Susannah? Who is this Susannah?
"Who's Susannah?" I asked. "Oh, you mean Suze? My mom." The minute I said it mom came walking through the doors with CeeCee.
"Hey Haven!" CeeCee said.
"Hey CeeCee." I said. "Mom, these two guys seem to know you. But the only person I've ever heard call you Susannah is Father D."
"Nice necklace." Paul said eyeing my necklace.
"Paul, don't!" Mom said warningly. "She-they-don't know."
"Who's they? What don't I know!" I demanded. "Is it about me? If it is I demand to know!"
"So, who's the father?" Paul asked teasingly.
"I think you pretty much damn well know who it is, Paul!" Mom yelled.
"No, I don't, Suze. Why don't you enlighten us? I think your daughter would love to know who she looks exactly like. I knew she was yours. The jacket, the leather jacket, it really gave it away. And those eyes, well aren't they just dark?"
"Don't you-" He cut mom off.
"And her hair, dark too."
"Paul, I swear I'll-"
"Isn't her skin dark too? I bet she can see them too, huh? It's in her gene's, right?" He can see ghosts too? Wow. "CeeCee knows, I know, Father Dom knows, Adam knows, Gina knows, I know. So you might as well tell our own daughter because she deserves to know too."
"Know what? Know what?" Then Father D. cut in.
"Susannah, Jesse, Paul, CeeCee. Nice to see you again." He said breaking the tension. "Why don't we all just go into the classroom and wait for the rest to come, shall we?" He took my mother by the arm.
"CeeCee, watch Haven for me, will you? I don't trust her with Paul." Mom said looking back while walking away with Father Dom.
"Mom! I'm 15 years old. I'm capable of taking care of myself!" I called out.
"And is that why you either bruised, cut, scraped, fractured, twisted, and broke almost every part of your body?"
"No." I muttered.
"Tragic, really. She practicly lived at that hospital." CeeCee told Paul and Jesse as we walked down the hall and then, I tripped. I caught myself though and then looked up.
"Hannah." I scoweled. Then she ran off. "Oh you get back here, missy." I said and ran off after her. "I'll be back!" I yelled out.
"Where did she go?" Father Dominic asked walking back with my mom while I was running through the halls.
"Someone ghost named Hannah." It didn't matter if you said it in front of CeeCee. She knew anyway.
"Oh, good greif." Father Dominic said. "Greg told me about Hannah. She's a demon who took the form of a ghost."
"Did you say, Hannah?" Greg asked walking by them. "Did Haven go after her alone?" Father Dom nodded. "Why didn't you stop her? She'll kill Haven. Where did she go?" They pointed down a hall. "We got to go find her, before Hannah get's to her first."
I ran through a dark empty room that no one was in.
"Hannah?" I called out. "Or whatever you are! Come out! I'm not scared of you!"
"You will be when I'm done with you." I heard a evil hiss echo from all around me and then the door slammed shut. "No where to run, no where to hide." Then, a fire circeled around me. I was trapped. "I got you now, Haven Lee."
Haha, the evil reigne of the cliffy! I'm writing Chap 4 now, I just forgot to put this one on last night.
Preview Of Chapter 4
"Kelly? Kelly Prescott? Is that you?" My mom askedthe waitress and she looked up.
"Suze?" She said.
"Yeah, wow. Don't you look different. I thought you'd be in some like Holywood fashion place insted of waitressing here. What? Didn't Paul make enough money to keep you out of work?"Mom joked.
"We're divorced." She said.
"Really? Wow, what a shocker!" CeeCee said sarcasticly.
