SORRY I'M PAST MY DUE DATE!

"Mila!" I shouted/whispered. She shot up.

"Whuh?"

I could tell she was stilled dazed from the sleeping pill last night. Once her vision came back, she looked at me.

"What's up, Amber?" she yawned.

"What's up?" I asked. "I'll show you what's up."

I brought my hand through the bedpost. Mila's eyes widened.

"Y-your-"

"A ghost?"

"A shaman!"

She looked over at my body on the bed, and I looked at her, confused.

"Shaman?" I asked.

"Sit down," she said. "There's a lot of explaining to do."

I couldn't believe this crap that I was hearing. But right now, it was the only reasonable explanation.

"Genesis project?" I asked.

"Some experiment they're doing with the kids like us."

"And how did you end up here if you know about it?"

Mila looked at the floor. I was afraid I brought on a bad memory. She had she was a…what was that word again? Necromancer. Meaning she can see ghosts, which apparently counts when I'm…well, doing this. Astral projecting, she calls it.

"My dad sold me into the Genesis Project," she finally said.

"Oh…" my voice was soft. "I'm sorry."

"Don't worry about it," she waved it off. "Being Dr. Gill's star patient and I'll be out in no time." She grinned.

And so we sat there, trying to figure out how to get myself back into my body before breakfast.

"We could try just placing you back on top of your body, then maybe you'll go in," Mila suggested.

I agreed to her plan and tried it. After about five seconds of lying on top of my sleeping body I gave up and rolled back out of bed. I pressed my face to the floor. "This'll never work," I said. "Just turn me in now."

Mila and I sighed simultaneously and sat there thinking until morning. That's when someone knocked on the door.

"Girls," Miss Talbot stepped in. Mila looked up in shock. Miss Talbot sighed and looked at my sleeping body. She tried shaking 'me' awake. "Amber, honey, time to get up."

"Um," Mila chewed her words, looking for a good lie. "She's out cold form the sleeping pill. Don't worry, I'll get her up." She put on a fake smile.

Miss Talbot stared for a while, then returned the smile. "Breakfast is in ten minutes," she said, then left.

I laughed. "Way to top it off with a smile." She laughed too. "Now how do we-" I stopped short when I felt a sudden jolt, to which I found the world going black.

"Amber."

Mila shook me awake.

I sprung up. "What time is it?"

She laughed. "Chillax, you were only out for a couple of minutes."

"Oh…" I looked at the clock. "Well, let's get to breakfast then."

My day at Lyle House went by just as normally as my days at home. In fact, maybe even more normal. I went to school, I did a few chores, I socialized, I even got to pick the movie for Movie Night. After flipping through the anime movies in the catalog and finding nothing to my liking, I decided on "The Sixth Sense" in Chiller section.

But something weird happened during the movie. On the couch, Brady sat next to me, and I felt chills that were not related to the movie. Something about Brady made me shiver when I though about him. With his sea green eyes and dark hair. The problem was, I didn't know why.

See, I was never the kind of person to fall in love. I've never even had a crush in my life. So when a feeling comes along about a boy, is that supposed to mean something?

Eventually, I got to a point where I couldn't take the feeling anymore. I told Mila I was going to turn in early. She simply nodded, her eyes wide and glued to the screen. I couldn't blame her. I mean, for the parts I did watch, I can't say I didn't feel a bit shocked myself.

Once in my room, I sat on the bed and listened to my iPod. Flipping through the songs on it, I became annoyed with how many love songs there were. I sighed and fell back on my bed. It was going to be a long night.

Wow, sorry it's so short. I wanted to finish this and this was all I could get out of that big old idea maker I call my head.

Sorry I'm way past my due date. I've been a little preoccupied with school and other new fanfictions I'm writing.

So please comment if you want a free hug. Please flame if you want your face ripped off in the middle of the night and get thrown down a sewer (yes, I got that from a chain letter).

Love you guys!

~Nikki-sama