A/N: Okay, I know your probably furious at me, but you're gonna love what
happens next. It is hilarious. You're going to laugh your head off.
Chapter Six: Sam, you're DEAD!
Greg Sanders was bored. Nothing really interesting was happening that night, and he had left the lab to bug Hodges. He was just returning when he heard the tail end of a song.
"But I chose to dance across the stages of the world, Everyone said I'd never learn, But I still hear your words, Come down here for a minute, Well, come down here for a minute, Sweet girl, Sweet girl"-Fleetwood Mac, Sweet Girl
He realized that it was coming from the lab. When he got there, no one was to be seen. But who did it? Sighing, he shut the CD player off.
Strange things like this had been happening for six months, ever since Sam, the thirteen-year-old computer genius, had died. He wondered, toying with an idea-
"Kind of anti-climatic, I suppose." He jumped at the voice. Spinning around, he saw a grinning girl, about thirteen, with shoulder length light brown hair and mischievous blue-green eyes. He was very pale, she thought.
"Sam, you do realize, your, well, dead, don't you?" he asked.
"Well, duh," she laughed.
"Why are you here? Are you a ghost?"
"No, no really?"
"Then why are you here?"
"Um, well, people up there," she jerked her head up, "Figure you guys might need a little assistance in the form of a ..." she said the last bit very quietly.
"What was that?"
"Guardian Angel," she said.
"Oh." "Yeah..."
"Hey, how are you gonna tell everyone?"
A wicked smile crept on her face. "You'll see..."
A/N: Dark Silk is over! Dark Intentions will come out next week. See ya soon!
Chapter Six: Sam, you're DEAD!
Greg Sanders was bored. Nothing really interesting was happening that night, and he had left the lab to bug Hodges. He was just returning when he heard the tail end of a song.
"But I chose to dance across the stages of the world, Everyone said I'd never learn, But I still hear your words, Come down here for a minute, Well, come down here for a minute, Sweet girl, Sweet girl"-Fleetwood Mac, Sweet Girl
He realized that it was coming from the lab. When he got there, no one was to be seen. But who did it? Sighing, he shut the CD player off.
Strange things like this had been happening for six months, ever since Sam, the thirteen-year-old computer genius, had died. He wondered, toying with an idea-
"Kind of anti-climatic, I suppose." He jumped at the voice. Spinning around, he saw a grinning girl, about thirteen, with shoulder length light brown hair and mischievous blue-green eyes. He was very pale, she thought.
"Sam, you do realize, your, well, dead, don't you?" he asked.
"Well, duh," she laughed.
"Why are you here? Are you a ghost?"
"No, no really?"
"Then why are you here?"
"Um, well, people up there," she jerked her head up, "Figure you guys might need a little assistance in the form of a ..." she said the last bit very quietly.
"What was that?"
"Guardian Angel," she said.
"Oh." "Yeah..."
"Hey, how are you gonna tell everyone?"
A wicked smile crept on her face. "You'll see..."
A/N: Dark Silk is over! Dark Intentions will come out next week. See ya soon!