Time Warp:
Author's note: I have not read Haunted yet due to difficulty in finding a copy. Therefore there will be no spoilers but it won't be completely right to the story Meg Cabot is going along with. So in this story I will try to make it follow on but with no details of the book since I'm clueless okay? :)
Disclaimer: I am not Meg Cabot so don't sue me! Do we actually get sued if we don't put this in? Scary.
There's a lot to be said for falling in love.
I never thought it would happen to me. Sure I'm not hideously disformed or anything but my little "abilities" kind of put normal boys off me. Generally girls who can sometime be seen talking to themselves, with a dodgy record for run ins with the police (no convictions though, thank God) and what would seem like a fondness for the house of the dead, your local cemetery, are considered as freaks and troublemakers. So normal boys are out of the question. Sure they'd stick around for a bit but once their girlfriend starts sneaking off to do "something" they'd get suspicious and before you know it I'd be single. Again.
But with ghosts it's different. They know what you're up to because generally they're involved. And if you fall in love with a ghost you can sometimes tell them what you are doing and they'd be completely understanding. I say sometimes because if you love the ghost I love you'll know that apparently kicking some serial killer's butt could be classified as dangerous and that that certain ghost won't want you to go. Which is totally irritating but there's not much you can do about it when you're faced with killer abs and a face straight out of a magazine. But sometimes you have to disagree.
Jesse told me not to go the pool party. He said he had sensed some disturbance in the house it was being held at and until I had found out what it was I shouldn't go. But I was all, "Nuh-uh Jesse I can look after myself." Which on numerous occasions I have done I'm proud to say. But Jesse did not agree with me.
"Susannah, the sense I am getting is not of a slight danger but a very big amount. I do not think you should go alone."
I had to snort at this one. "And take Father D? Yeah, I'd be the life of the party then Jesse, bringing along the school principal to a pool party where most likely there'll be alcohol and heavy making out."
"Well then, you can't go." Jesse had an expression on his face like this settled the matter. I disagreed entirely.
"What are you? My father or something? And if you think I shouldn't go alone why don't you come?"
Jesse looked uncomfortable. "I cannot go because I do not want to see you with..." Jesse trailed off but I wasn't letting him go that easy.
"Do not want to see me with what?"
"Well dancing with other boys." Jesse, I was pleased to note, looked extremely uncomfortable at this point.
"Oh yes I really would dance with those half wits." I snorted. "Please come Jesse. You might even have fun."
"Well I suppose I can come to supervise you in case anything bad happens. (I had to roll my eyes at this) Okay I'll come with you, but I still think it is a bad idea." I jumped on Jesse and threw my arms around his neck. "Thank you Jesse. Now I've got to go get ready."
I then became a human dynamo searching around my closet for the perfect outfit to wear. This being the first party of my junior year it was extremely important I had to make a good impression. I swept up two dresses and held them up in front of my body.
"Which one, the black or the pink?" I asked while scooping up two pairs of shoes from the floor. "Um. The black one I think," Jesse said from his perch on my bed. He looked slightly amused and then he laughed when promptly after his answer I asked whether to wear the sandals or the slides.
"Any pair Susannah. I suggest you pick quickly because at this rate we'll be late," Jesse said indicating toward the clock. I glanced at the clock. 7:50pm already! I picked up the slides and ran into the bathroom and quickly got changed. How was I to know that my evening would go from bad to worse?
Okay it was short but I want to see if you like my writing before I go on with it. Okay? If I don't get reviews I won't know your opinions. That doesn't mean I want heaps, just a few.
Author's note: I have not read Haunted yet due to difficulty in finding a copy. Therefore there will be no spoilers but it won't be completely right to the story Meg Cabot is going along with. So in this story I will try to make it follow on but with no details of the book since I'm clueless okay? :)
Disclaimer: I am not Meg Cabot so don't sue me! Do we actually get sued if we don't put this in? Scary.
There's a lot to be said for falling in love.
I never thought it would happen to me. Sure I'm not hideously disformed or anything but my little "abilities" kind of put normal boys off me. Generally girls who can sometime be seen talking to themselves, with a dodgy record for run ins with the police (no convictions though, thank God) and what would seem like a fondness for the house of the dead, your local cemetery, are considered as freaks and troublemakers. So normal boys are out of the question. Sure they'd stick around for a bit but once their girlfriend starts sneaking off to do "something" they'd get suspicious and before you know it I'd be single. Again.
But with ghosts it's different. They know what you're up to because generally they're involved. And if you fall in love with a ghost you can sometimes tell them what you are doing and they'd be completely understanding. I say sometimes because if you love the ghost I love you'll know that apparently kicking some serial killer's butt could be classified as dangerous and that that certain ghost won't want you to go. Which is totally irritating but there's not much you can do about it when you're faced with killer abs and a face straight out of a magazine. But sometimes you have to disagree.
Jesse told me not to go the pool party. He said he had sensed some disturbance in the house it was being held at and until I had found out what it was I shouldn't go. But I was all, "Nuh-uh Jesse I can look after myself." Which on numerous occasions I have done I'm proud to say. But Jesse did not agree with me.
"Susannah, the sense I am getting is not of a slight danger but a very big amount. I do not think you should go alone."
I had to snort at this one. "And take Father D? Yeah, I'd be the life of the party then Jesse, bringing along the school principal to a pool party where most likely there'll be alcohol and heavy making out."
"Well then, you can't go." Jesse had an expression on his face like this settled the matter. I disagreed entirely.
"What are you? My father or something? And if you think I shouldn't go alone why don't you come?"
Jesse looked uncomfortable. "I cannot go because I do not want to see you with..." Jesse trailed off but I wasn't letting him go that easy.
"Do not want to see me with what?"
"Well dancing with other boys." Jesse, I was pleased to note, looked extremely uncomfortable at this point.
"Oh yes I really would dance with those half wits." I snorted. "Please come Jesse. You might even have fun."
"Well I suppose I can come to supervise you in case anything bad happens. (I had to roll my eyes at this) Okay I'll come with you, but I still think it is a bad idea." I jumped on Jesse and threw my arms around his neck. "Thank you Jesse. Now I've got to go get ready."
I then became a human dynamo searching around my closet for the perfect outfit to wear. This being the first party of my junior year it was extremely important I had to make a good impression. I swept up two dresses and held them up in front of my body.
"Which one, the black or the pink?" I asked while scooping up two pairs of shoes from the floor. "Um. The black one I think," Jesse said from his perch on my bed. He looked slightly amused and then he laughed when promptly after his answer I asked whether to wear the sandals or the slides.
"Any pair Susannah. I suggest you pick quickly because at this rate we'll be late," Jesse said indicating toward the clock. I glanced at the clock. 7:50pm already! I picked up the slides and ran into the bathroom and quickly got changed. How was I to know that my evening would go from bad to worse?
Okay it was short but I want to see if you like my writing before I go on with it. Okay? If I don't get reviews I won't know your opinions. That doesn't mean I want heaps, just a few.