Hey, guys! Hope everyone is enjoying spring break and is glad for the warmer weather. I am defiantly looking forward to it wear I live. So chapter 9 was a short one, but since I thought it was an important one, so I stretched it a little with the dialog. So now it's kind of lengthy. I felt that I was important to make this chapter a little more dramatic (even though I think I failed at that). So check it out!

A/N" Dont own anything

SPROV

I'm not keen on romantic comedies. This may be like a guy admitting he doesn't like car chases, but Rae nodded off a few a few times, too, so I guessed this wouldn't have been her first choice either.

"I don't think it was any bodies' first choice." I murmured under my breath, only loud enough for D to hear and he rolled his eyes at me.

I stayed awake by deconstructing the screenplay, which was so predictable I'd bet my college fund the writer a student of screenwriting guru Robert McKee.

"Who?" Tori asked. "A student of Robert McKee; weren't you listening?" I asked and she smacked my head.

But as I watched the silly movie and munched popcorn, I finally relaxed. Talking to Rae had helped. She'd didn't think I was crazy. She didn't even think I was schizophrenic. For the first time since my breakdown, things didn't look so bad.

"Way to keep your self esteem up Chloe." Now it was Chloe turn to roll her eyes at Tori. "Thinks Tori," she said scarcity.

Maybe life as I knew it hadn't really ended in that classroom. Maybe I was overreacting and going all drama queen.

"Chlo you're not the one that's the drama queen here," I said. Toir smacked me again. "Ah, I didn't mean you. I meant Derek." "Hey," He growled while we all laughed.

Did the kids at school know what happened to me? A few saw me run down the hall. More saw me carried out on a stretcher, unconscious. Big deal. I could return in a few weeks and most probably wouldn't even notice I'd been gone.

Chloe let out a sigh, "I don't know what I was thinking of course they would notice its high school. Gossip spreads faster than a wild fire." D let out a snort. "You're telling me," I said.

Tomorrow, I'd e-mail Kari, tell her I was sick, and see what she said. That's probably exactly what she heard, that I had something like mono.

"Defiantly not mono," Chloe said with a giggle. It was even hard for Tori to hide her smile.

I'd get through this. Whatever I thought of their diagnosis, now wasn't the time to argue. I'd take my meds, lie if I had to, get released from Lyle House, and get on with my life.

"Okay this whole moving on with your life crap, is really starting to make me depressed." Chloe just shrugged. Tori. You can't blame her; at the time all of us were trying to achieve that same goal. "Liz, you know I hate it when your right," Tori wined.

"Chloe? Chloe?" Liz voice echoed through the deep caves of dreamland, and it took me a minutes to find the way out. When I opened my eyes, she was leaning over me, bathing me in toothpaste breath, her long hair tickling my cheek. The hand clutching my arm kept trembling even after she stopped shacking me.

"Oh no," Chloe breathed. "This is-. Um, m-maybe we should stop h-here and have l-lunch." "Chloe are you okay; you're white as a sheet?" Derek asked as he gazed at here with concern. "F-fine," She murmured and glanced at me to continue reading.

I pushed up on my elbows, "What's wrong?" "I've been lying here for hours, trying to think of someway to ask you, some way that won't sound weird. But I can't. I just can't. She backed away, her pale face glowing in the darkness, hands tugging at her nightshirt neckline, like it was choking her.

Tori looked at the yellow pad warily. "That doesn't sound like Liz." She glanced back at Chloe raising her eyebrows in question. She wouldn't look Tori in the eye at all apparently a question that Chloe refused to answer.

I scrambled up. "Liz?" "They're going to send my away. Everyone knows they are, and that's why they're being so nice to me. I don't want to go, Chloe. They'll lock me up and-" She hiccupped deep breathes, hands cupped over her mouth. When she looked at me, her eyes were so wide the whites showed around her dark irises.

"Something's defiantly not right," D said in a gruff whisper.

"I know you haven't been here for long, but I really need your help." "Okay." "Really?" I shifted a yawn as I sat up. "If there's anything I can do-"

You guys I think I'm goanna take off now. I be back to check in on you later. Liz wrought and the pencil and pad of paper feel silently on the dresser. "Huh, I wonder what got into her." I said only to be rewarded by one of Derek's glares as he tried to comfort Chloe.

"There is. Thank you. Thank you." She dropped to her knees and pulled a bag from under her bed. "I don't know what all you need, but I did one at a sleepover last year, so I gathered up everything we used. There's a glass, some spices, a candle-" Her hands flew to her mouth.

"What are you guys doing, what do you need all that stuff for?" I asked looking at Chloe who just shrugged. "I would also like to know what you're doing." Tori said with a very stern and serious look in Chloe's direction.

"Matches! Oh, no. We don't have any matches. They keep them locked up because of Rae. Can we do it without lighting the candle?"

Derek made a sound like "Hum…," and stared at the yellow pad intently deep in thought.

"Do what?" I rubbed my hands over my face. I hadn't taken a sleeping pill but still felt that weird fogginess, like I was swimming through a sea of cotton balls.

I scrunched up my noise, "That would suck." I earned another glare from D.

"What exactly are we doing, Liz?" "A séance, of course." The sleep fog evaporated, and I wondered if this was a prank. But I could tell by her expression that it wasn't. I remembered Tori's words at lunch. "The … poltergeist?" I said carefully. Liz flew at me so fast that I smacked backwards into the wall, hands flying up to ward her off. But she only pounced down beside me, eyes wild.

"That defiantly doesn't sound like Liz." I said and Tori nodded not even commenting on agreeing with me. D cocked his head at the yellow pad and pulled Chloe closer to him.

"Yes!" she said. "I have a poltergeist. It's so obvious, but they won't see it. They keep saying it's me doing all this stuff. But how would I throw a pencil that hard? Did anyone see me throw it? No. I get mad at Ms. Wang and the pencil flies and hits her and everyone says 'Oh, Liz threw it,' but I didn't. I never do."

"No you didn't," Tori said defending Liz. "Uh, you do know you're talking to a book right?" She glared at me.

"It's the … poltergeist." "Right! I think it's trying to protect me because every time I get mad, things start flying. I've tried to talk to it, to make it stop. But it can't hear me because I can't talk to ghosts. That's why I need you."

Chloe managed a forced bubbly laugh. "I think I need her more then she needs me." She looked deep in thought as if she were thing about all the times that Liz had helped us.

I struggled to keep my expression neutral. I'd seen a documentary on poltergeist activity once. It usually did happen around girls like Liz—troubled teens desperate for attention.

We all looked at Chloe a little surprised that she would think something like that. Tori on the other hand looked like she could take her friends head off. "For the record I didn't really know any of you that well back then." Well she does have a point, I thought but kept it to myself.

Some people thought the girls were playing pranks. Others believed the energy the girls gave off-hormones and rage—actually made thing move. "You don't believe me," she said. "No I didn't say-" "You don't believe me!" She rose on her knees, eyes blazing. "Nobody believes me!" "Liz, I-"

"I did believe her she just didn't give me time to say it." Chloe said shaking her head.

Behind her, the hair gel bottles rocked. Empty hangers in the closet chattered. I dug my fingers into the mattress. "O-o-okay, Liz. I s-s-see-" "No, you don't!" She slammed her hands down. The bottles jetted into the air, smashed against the celling with such force the plastic exploded. Hair gel rained down. "Do you see?"

My brother seemed to come to a realization. "This is the night when-" Chloe cut him a hard look shutting him up. He gave her the puppy dog eyes and she caved and kissed his cheek apparently all was forgiven.

"Y-y-yes." Her hands flew up again, like a conductor hitting the crescendo. A picture leaped from the wall. It smashed onto the hard wood floor, glass spraying. Another fell. Then a third. A silver of glass shot into my knee. A button of blood welled up and streamed down my leg.

"It was an accident a total accident, she didn't mean to do it," Tori said. Chloe nodded her head in agreement, "I know."

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the picture above my bed quiver. It sprang from its moorings. "No!" Liz cried. I dove. Liz hit my side, shoving me out of the picture's path. It struck her shoulder. She twisted. We both rolled from the bed, hitting the floor hard.

"Ouch," I mumbled. Tori was practically on the edge of her seat like the rest of wondering what would happen next. Chloe's head was barred in Derek's shoulder while he rubbed soothing patterns on her back.

I lay on my side, catching my breath. "I'm so sorry," she gasped. "I didn't mean—Do you see what happens? I can't control it. I get mad and everything …"

"Oh Liz," Tori whispered shaking her head. I was kind of surprised that she was showing any kind of emotion at all.

"You think it's the poltergeist." She nodded, her lip quivering. I had no idea what was going on. Not a poltergeist though—that was nuts—but if she thought it was, then maybe if she thought I told it to stop, it really would stop.

"You were supposed to be helping her," Tori snapped. D glared daggers at her and growled when she started to snap at Chloe again. Chloe said nothing just stared at her head then barred he head back in Derek's shoulder.

"Okay," I said. "Get the candles and we'll-" The door shot opened. Mrs. Talbot's bathrobed form stood silhouetted in the doorway. She flipped on the light. I drew back, blinking.

"Man, caught by Talbot that sucks." D turned his glare on me. "What Bro?" I shrugged, "Trying to lighten' the mood."

"Oh my God," She breathed, barely above a whisper. "Elizabeth. What have you done?" I jumped to my feet. "It wasn't her. I—I—I—"

Tori stared blankly at Chloe, then looked away.

For once, I wasn't stammering. I just couldn't think of more words.

Chloe managed a smile, "Yeah that was a first." We all smiled a little at that.

Her gaze swept across the room, taking in the glass littering the floor, the hair gel dripping from the ceiling, the exploded makeup painting the wall, and I knew there was no reasonable explanation.

I shook my head, "There not going to believe either of you." Tori sent me a glare. "Will you just shut up and finish reading so we can know what happens."

Her gaze on my leg and she let out a squeak. "I'm okay," I said, drawing my leg up and swiping off the blood. "It's nothing. I cut myself. Shaving. Earlier."

"Oh right she'll believe that," Tori said with a snort. Now it was my turn to glare at her. "What?" "What happened to just shut up." I said trying to mimic her voice in a high pitched falsetto.

She picked her way past me, eyes fixed on the glass carpeted floor. "No," Liz whispered. "Please no. I didn't mean it." "It's okay, hon. We're going to get you help." Miss Van Dop strode in, carrying a needle. She sedated Liz as Mrs. Talbot tried to calm her, telling her they were only transferring her to a better hospital, one more suitable, one that would help her get well faster.

"Yeah, right what a bunch of crap you liars." Tori lashed out and we all kept our mouth shut about her interrupting again.

When Liz was unconscious, they shooed me from the room. As I backed into the hall, a hand walloped me in the back, slamming me into the wall. I turned to see Tori looming over me. "What did you do to her?" She snarled. "Nothing." To my shock, the word came out clear, defiant even. I pulled myself up straight. "I'm not the one who told her I could help."

Chloe face Tori her mouth open about to say something but Tori beat her to the punch. "Don't even think about apologizing Chloe. Trust me I deserved it." "Tori you know what happened wasn't you fault." She shrugged, "But maybe if I hadn't opened my mouth about you see ghost's things would be different.

"Help?" "By contacting her poltergeist." Her eyes went wide, with that same horrified expression as when Simon told her to stop acting like a bitch. She turned away and stumbled into her room.

"That's it." I shut the yellow pad and tossed it on the bed. I think this chapter had everyone shaken up a bit. "I'll go next," Tori volunteered. "Actually," Derek said put in. "Let eat lunch."

Next is the break chapter and Lauren and Kit will be joining them soon, so stay tuned. R&R to all my new readers. Thanks!