The dream
i dont own any of these characters, thats Meg Cabot.
I was so scared; I woke up and was surrounded by fluffy white pillows. It was one of those horror stories come to life, when all you can do is scream, and scratch at the coffin walls. I was terrified even more when I realized that the scratch marks weren't showing up. It hit me then, like a train I wasn't alive, I was a ghost. This completely freaked me out. I mean I had been helping them for years, but to become one, and how had it happened.
Then the thought struck me, I can float out. I tried to move, nothing happened. Again and again I tried. I knew it was hard to be a ghost but his was crazy. It took me about 3 hours to get out.
The very first thing I did was I tried and get home. It wasn't very hard now that I have lived in California for 2 years but still. When I got there you could tell something was wrong. I completely forgot that it was me, the fact that I was dead. I walked up to the door and went in screaming that I was home. Everyone ignored me, I went up to hug my mom and went right through her. That's when I started to cry. I ran (floated) up to my room to at least cry on my bed. But when I got up there I was in for a shock.
I opened the door and there was Jesse, as hot as ever, crying on my bed. He looked up when he felt another presence in the room. The first thing he said to me was "I knew you would come back."
We both cried holding each other for a long time. Then he remembered he was a gentleman and I remembered that I hated crying and let go. The next couple of hours were spent telling me about the last 3 days.
It started like any normal Monday; I got up, went to school, and I ended up punching Paul for something he said. Of course the last on got me detention so I got the privilege of 2 hours sitting in a room alone.
When I was set free, I found that I had no ride. My first call was to home but no one answered so I called Adam. He came over right away. No questions asked, what a good friend. We decided to go get some ice cream, because we were naive. When we got there, we ordered and sat down. We talked for a while, mostly about how he was going to ask Cece out. He decided on a note that said, "want to go out and see a movie, just the 2 of us."
The suddenly this guy comes in and says "no one move." It would have felt like a bad movie. He ran up the registers and demanded the money. It was given to him, but me being me, i saw a ghost with him and decided to stop the ghost from making him steal.
Apparently the ghost had heard of me because the second I came near him, he shot me.
The guy ran off and as soon as he was gone Adam called the cops. I was rushed to the hospital, but never made it there. My funeral was the day before and my mother was still as sad as the first day.
I wished at the very moment that I could go down and hug my mom and say I was fine. But no I was dead I would never hug my mom again.
Jesse looked at me and he knew that look in a ghost, I was sad, hurt, and mad. Why did it have to be me? He approached me and did the one thing I had wanted for so long and slow and passionate kiss. The next thing he said was "it won't be that bad, know we can be together forever.