The time stuff up really isn't a problem. It's just that the characters from PD are at school, while the others are not. I only mentioned it because I didn't want you all saying it was wrong.
And the reason I killed off Lilly, well would you have rathered I'd killed off Michael? No. I don't think so.
Disclaimer: Meg Cabot owns all characters.
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Suze's POV...
I walked into the little botique with Ghost Girl right behind me like a shadow.
"So you can really see me? How come?" she asked.
I headed over to the far corner of the store, where there were the least customers. It's always hard talking to ghosts in public, people always think I'm crazy.
I picked up a blue skirt and pretended to be interested in it, even though it's sale price was still more than I could afford. "Because I'm a mediator. It's my job," I mumbled to her under my breath.
"Oh," she whispered, thinking she had to be quiet too.
"Now what's your problem?" I asked her softly.
"My problem?"
"Yeah, why are you still here? Why haven't you moved on already?"
I have no idea what happens when people do move on, maybe it's heaven, maybe it's another life, I don't know. But I do know that if you don't move on automatically it's because there is something holding you back. And unfortunetly, it's my job to help them find out whatever it is that is holding them back and help them move on.
"Oh. I don't know... So you mean I'm not doomed to walk the earth forever?"
"Of course not. As soon as we figure out what it is and do it, you'll move on." Duh. Earth is for the living.
"Phew. That's a relief. Because if I had to stay here and watch those two dance around each other forever I'd kill myself... I mean... Oh you know what I mean."
"Yes, I do. But who are you talking about? Are they the people you were just yelling about in the street?"
I wish she would just get to whatever it is that's holding her back. The sooner she does the sooner I can get back to my trouble-free vacation.
"My brother and best friend. They've been in love with each other since forever, but they're both too dense to realise the other one's feelings are exactly the same as their own. I was at my apartment earlier, they were in my room and it looked like it was going to finally happen. But then someone walked in and nothing happened. Now they'll never get together... It was really weird too though, a paper weight on the desk just smashed. Maybe it had something to do with the temperature in the room..."
"Were you angry at the time?" Ghosts can sometimes make things break or move when they're angry.
"Yeah, of course I was angry. They'll never get a better chance than they had then. And besides, Michael was in my room. I hate it when he's in my room, he always touches my stuff."
Typical ghost thing to say. They still think of their stuff as 'their' stuff. Despite the fact that they're dead and it takes a while to learn to touch things without going straight through them.
"Well, it sounds like they are the reason you haven't moved on. You'd better give me their names so I can talk to them for you."
The girl smiled at me, relieved I am going to do her bidding I guess.
Mia's POV...
Monday. It's the first day I'm going back to school since Lilly died. It's not going to be the same without her.
Ordinarily, every morning Lars and I would swing by her apartment and pick up her and Michael to take them to school with us, but is Michael still expecting me to pick him up, even though Lilly isn't here? Just incase, I had Lars tell the driver to go anyway.
Michael wasn't expecting me, but he was running late so he was glad that I'd stopped by.
We arrived at the school and right away I could feel everyone's eyes on us.
"Michael," I whispered to him. "Everyone is staring."
"Yeah," he agreed. "Just ignore it."
Tina rushed up to me and without saying a word she hugged me. I'm glad for her comfort. Everyone else in this school is so fake. I already know they're going to be acting all upset, like they actually cared about Lilly when she was alive.
I was right. By the time second period had rolled around, I was so sick of everyone 'paying their respects' and regrets to Lilly, I stood up and walked out of the room.
Unfortunetly Kenny is in this class and he followed me out.
I sat down on a bench outside, trying to collect myself together.
"Mia? Are you ok?" Kenny asked, sitting down next to me.
Am I ok? Of course not! My best friend is dead and everyone is pretending like they knew her and that they care. They didn't know her, they didn't care.
I didn't want to hurt Kenny's feelings by saying this to him though, so I simply shook my head no.
He nervously put his arm around me, in an effort to be supportive and a calming influence.
Oh God. This is so awkward. I don't even like Kenny. Not the way I like Michael anyway. But how do I tell him that without hurting his feelings? Especially since I already told him I'd go out with him!
"It'll be ok," he said soothingly.
"No. It won't. She's gone and she's never coming back. How will it all be 'ok'?"
"I just meant that in time it won't hurt as much." He sounded a little bit hurt by me demeanor.
"Oh. Yeah, well, I'm not so sure."
"How 'bout I take you out and cheer you up?" he said enthusiastically. "They're showing Dirty Dancing on the big screen down at the Screening Room on Wednesday night. That's your favourite movie right?"
Damn. He had me caught between a rock and a hard place. I would love to see Dirty Dancing on the big screen, it's one of my absolute favourite movies of all time. But do I really want to see it with Kenny?
No. So I'll just politely decline his offer and tell him I'm not interested.
"Uh, sure, Kenny."
Where did THAT come from? What happened to politely declining his offer? I'm too soft.
"Great!" A big dorky grin was plastered to his face. "Are you ready to go back inside now?"
"I guess so." I'm not really. But if I stay out here any longer, who knows what else will slip out of my mouth.
And I don't really like being comforted by Kenny. Even his chatter is uncomfortable for me. But Michael on the other hand, we can sit silently and be perfectly comfortable. Yeah, I wouldn't mind being comforted by him...
Suze's POV...
Lilly, aka Ghost Girl, filled me in on the situation. I'm going to start by ringing Lilly's best friend Mia, and just see how it goes from there.
"Gina, where are your phone books?" I asked her, there's no need to put it off. The sooner I get this sorted out the better.
"Here," Gina pointed to a stack on the bookshelf.
I let my fingers do the walking and scrolled down page after page. Theo... Theresa... Thermopolis. Here it is.
But wait, there are none listed in Manhattan. Damn, she must be unlisted.
Well, there goes plan A. I'll just have to wait for Ghost Girl to show up again and I'll ask her for the number or address.
Mia's POV...
Does Grandmere not understand the grieving process? I mean really, she's on my back because I'm still upset. Apparently, I should have 'moved on' by now.
I bet she didn't move on so quickly after Grandpere died.
"Amelia," she said. "I know you are upset about your little friend, but you need to focus. I cannot remember everything for you, you must learn it yourself."
Geez, cold hearted much? It's not even as if we are even learning anything important, it's just appropriate restaurant manners.
"Sorry, Grandmere. I guess I'm still upset because my best friend just died." I put and added emphasis on the words 'best friend' and 'died'.
"Well you must pull yourself together, Amelia. Princesses are never seen to be crying."
Who's going to see me if I start crying here? I'm not even crying right now! I'm just a little distracted is all.
"Are you saying that princesses are not allowed to grieve?"
"Not at all, Amelia. But there is a time and a place for crying, and it is most definitely not in public. Now come on, let's run though it again..."
She is unbelievable! It's all business to her. I wonder what Lilly would say if she knew Grandmere was dismissing her death like this.
God, I miss her. I wish I could just see her one last time. Even just for a minute. Not that I would know what to say. I wonder what she would say to me...
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More soon.
And the reason I killed off Lilly, well would you have rathered I'd killed off Michael? No. I don't think so.
Disclaimer: Meg Cabot owns all characters.
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Suze's POV...
I walked into the little botique with Ghost Girl right behind me like a shadow.
"So you can really see me? How come?" she asked.
I headed over to the far corner of the store, where there were the least customers. It's always hard talking to ghosts in public, people always think I'm crazy.
I picked up a blue skirt and pretended to be interested in it, even though it's sale price was still more than I could afford. "Because I'm a mediator. It's my job," I mumbled to her under my breath.
"Oh," she whispered, thinking she had to be quiet too.
"Now what's your problem?" I asked her softly.
"My problem?"
"Yeah, why are you still here? Why haven't you moved on already?"
I have no idea what happens when people do move on, maybe it's heaven, maybe it's another life, I don't know. But I do know that if you don't move on automatically it's because there is something holding you back. And unfortunetly, it's my job to help them find out whatever it is that is holding them back and help them move on.
"Oh. I don't know... So you mean I'm not doomed to walk the earth forever?"
"Of course not. As soon as we figure out what it is and do it, you'll move on." Duh. Earth is for the living.
"Phew. That's a relief. Because if I had to stay here and watch those two dance around each other forever I'd kill myself... I mean... Oh you know what I mean."
"Yes, I do. But who are you talking about? Are they the people you were just yelling about in the street?"
I wish she would just get to whatever it is that's holding her back. The sooner she does the sooner I can get back to my trouble-free vacation.
"My brother and best friend. They've been in love with each other since forever, but they're both too dense to realise the other one's feelings are exactly the same as their own. I was at my apartment earlier, they were in my room and it looked like it was going to finally happen. But then someone walked in and nothing happened. Now they'll never get together... It was really weird too though, a paper weight on the desk just smashed. Maybe it had something to do with the temperature in the room..."
"Were you angry at the time?" Ghosts can sometimes make things break or move when they're angry.
"Yeah, of course I was angry. They'll never get a better chance than they had then. And besides, Michael was in my room. I hate it when he's in my room, he always touches my stuff."
Typical ghost thing to say. They still think of their stuff as 'their' stuff. Despite the fact that they're dead and it takes a while to learn to touch things without going straight through them.
"Well, it sounds like they are the reason you haven't moved on. You'd better give me their names so I can talk to them for you."
The girl smiled at me, relieved I am going to do her bidding I guess.
Mia's POV...
Monday. It's the first day I'm going back to school since Lilly died. It's not going to be the same without her.
Ordinarily, every morning Lars and I would swing by her apartment and pick up her and Michael to take them to school with us, but is Michael still expecting me to pick him up, even though Lilly isn't here? Just incase, I had Lars tell the driver to go anyway.
Michael wasn't expecting me, but he was running late so he was glad that I'd stopped by.
We arrived at the school and right away I could feel everyone's eyes on us.
"Michael," I whispered to him. "Everyone is staring."
"Yeah," he agreed. "Just ignore it."
Tina rushed up to me and without saying a word she hugged me. I'm glad for her comfort. Everyone else in this school is so fake. I already know they're going to be acting all upset, like they actually cared about Lilly when she was alive.
I was right. By the time second period had rolled around, I was so sick of everyone 'paying their respects' and regrets to Lilly, I stood up and walked out of the room.
Unfortunetly Kenny is in this class and he followed me out.
I sat down on a bench outside, trying to collect myself together.
"Mia? Are you ok?" Kenny asked, sitting down next to me.
Am I ok? Of course not! My best friend is dead and everyone is pretending like they knew her and that they care. They didn't know her, they didn't care.
I didn't want to hurt Kenny's feelings by saying this to him though, so I simply shook my head no.
He nervously put his arm around me, in an effort to be supportive and a calming influence.
Oh God. This is so awkward. I don't even like Kenny. Not the way I like Michael anyway. But how do I tell him that without hurting his feelings? Especially since I already told him I'd go out with him!
"It'll be ok," he said soothingly.
"No. It won't. She's gone and she's never coming back. How will it all be 'ok'?"
"I just meant that in time it won't hurt as much." He sounded a little bit hurt by me demeanor.
"Oh. Yeah, well, I'm not so sure."
"How 'bout I take you out and cheer you up?" he said enthusiastically. "They're showing Dirty Dancing on the big screen down at the Screening Room on Wednesday night. That's your favourite movie right?"
Damn. He had me caught between a rock and a hard place. I would love to see Dirty Dancing on the big screen, it's one of my absolute favourite movies of all time. But do I really want to see it with Kenny?
No. So I'll just politely decline his offer and tell him I'm not interested.
"Uh, sure, Kenny."
Where did THAT come from? What happened to politely declining his offer? I'm too soft.
"Great!" A big dorky grin was plastered to his face. "Are you ready to go back inside now?"
"I guess so." I'm not really. But if I stay out here any longer, who knows what else will slip out of my mouth.
And I don't really like being comforted by Kenny. Even his chatter is uncomfortable for me. But Michael on the other hand, we can sit silently and be perfectly comfortable. Yeah, I wouldn't mind being comforted by him...
Suze's POV...
Lilly, aka Ghost Girl, filled me in on the situation. I'm going to start by ringing Lilly's best friend Mia, and just see how it goes from there.
"Gina, where are your phone books?" I asked her, there's no need to put it off. The sooner I get this sorted out the better.
"Here," Gina pointed to a stack on the bookshelf.
I let my fingers do the walking and scrolled down page after page. Theo... Theresa... Thermopolis. Here it is.
But wait, there are none listed in Manhattan. Damn, she must be unlisted.
Well, there goes plan A. I'll just have to wait for Ghost Girl to show up again and I'll ask her for the number or address.
Mia's POV...
Does Grandmere not understand the grieving process? I mean really, she's on my back because I'm still upset. Apparently, I should have 'moved on' by now.
I bet she didn't move on so quickly after Grandpere died.
"Amelia," she said. "I know you are upset about your little friend, but you need to focus. I cannot remember everything for you, you must learn it yourself."
Geez, cold hearted much? It's not even as if we are even learning anything important, it's just appropriate restaurant manners.
"Sorry, Grandmere. I guess I'm still upset because my best friend just died." I put and added emphasis on the words 'best friend' and 'died'.
"Well you must pull yourself together, Amelia. Princesses are never seen to be crying."
Who's going to see me if I start crying here? I'm not even crying right now! I'm just a little distracted is all.
"Are you saying that princesses are not allowed to grieve?"
"Not at all, Amelia. But there is a time and a place for crying, and it is most definitely not in public. Now come on, let's run though it again..."
She is unbelievable! It's all business to her. I wonder what Lilly would say if she knew Grandmere was dismissing her death like this.
God, I miss her. I wish I could just see her one last time. Even just for a minute. Not that I would know what to say. I wonder what she would say to me...
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