Disclaimer : Once again, the great and wonderful Meg Cabot owns everything! Well, almost. The plot line is my friend and my idea and the characters of Anne and Adriaan are ours as well.
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Thanx so much for all the wonderful reviews! You guys rock! Okay, so I'm really sorry I haven't updated in a while! Please forgive me! Hope you like this chapter!
And now.....on with chapter 9.
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Susannah's POV:
"Susan! Over at table five!" Anne yelled out across the counter.
"Ok!" I yelled back at her, across the room. I picked up the dirty plates from my last table and walked across the room, depositing them into the dishwasher before picking up table five's order and walking it back to them.
"Here ya go!" I said, grinning. Trying to do my best to keep this little act going. It had been five months and I still hadn't forgotten about Jesse. Though the aching pain was still there.... it didn't hurt quite as bad.
"It's six!" I heard Anne yell at me again.
I quickly walked back to the back, throwing my apron into my work locker and grabbing the keys to my apartment. Yes you heard that right.... my apartment.
I had recently purchased the apartment.... or rather rented it.... from Anne...since that awful day five months ago. Anne had taken me shopping and bought me a brand new wardrobe. Then we had come back to the apartment and Anne had secretly had it fixed up for me while we were gone. Adriaan was waiting for us when we got back and given it a fresh paint job and everything. So, now.... officially.... this is my home.
And it was actually kind of funny.... what Adriaan did with the place. He had decorated it in....Spanish antique stuff.... and it looked nice. But I don't think that they got the reaction that they had been hoping for because I started crying right then and there as soon as I walked into the room and saw everything. The strange thing was.... it felt like I had finally come home in a sense. I guess I started literally losing it because it reminded me so much of Jesse. I guess when I was talking to Anne, I had told her that I really.... REALLY liked Spanish things and she had told Adriaan and they had gotten together and fixed up my room to make it look.... well.... homey. In it there was still the mirror, my bed had been covered with new bed sheets and such (which looked nice, might I add), and there was all of this really cool Spanish antique furniture.... which Adriaan later said he had found at an auction for cheap. Anne had hit him when he said this.
It's very strange not having parents to cry to or talk to.... and I sort of.... hopefully they didn't find this out.... missed my step-bros. I mean, come on. I used to wake up to Dopey's rather loud music, and Doc....he was so inquisitive and the only one in the household that actually sort of knew.... what was going on with me. Sleepy.... well I just missed Sleepy being Sleepy. But most of all I missed Jesse and Father Dom....they were the ones who I could really open up to and now I couldn't even talk to them. Father Dom because I wasn't ever aloud to go back to Carmel.... and Jesse.... well I wasn't going to think about him at this point because it definitely still hurts.
And I definitely hadn't had anymore ghostly visitors since Paul had done whatever he had done. I cried almost every night for that first week, because I couldn't call anyone or anything and let me tell you.... I tried. Also, I hadn't seen Maria in a long while and I kind of wondered what had happened to her. I kind of missed her psychotic abilities.... not. But she had been very nice in rescuing me. I don't know.
Speaking of Maria.... you've heard of birds of a feather flocked together.... I found myself wondering where Paul was at this point. Obviously he had stopped looking for me.... especially since I had only seen him once in the past three months.
He had come into the diner.... I guess looking for me, but I had seen him through the window before he'd gotten inside and I had ran into the back cooking area...literally freaking out. Adriaan had asked me what was wrong and since I had ranted about Paul for the first few months I was there to both Adriaan and Anne, they both new how terrified I was of him. So Anne had calmly taken his order and given it to Adriaan, and Adriaan, who practically hated Paul at this point, had calmly cooked his food and then spit in it. Anne and I had practically died laughing. Let's just say Paul never showed up in that diner again.
Speaking of Paul, remember that book that I practically stole from him. Yeah.... that was way interesting. It turns out that it was Dr. Slaski's entire journal about the secrets to mediation. It told me everything that Paul was going to...."teach" me. Yeah right. Anyway, after my first week living in the apartment, I actually got brave enough to look inside it. As I was reading I was amazed to find that I could grow stronger in my mediation abilities.... I even think that this book holds more power in teaching me than Father Dom ever could. I had begun reading it that week and was still reading it as of now. In fact, that's where I'm headed now is to read more about mediating, because maybe.... if I could get strong enough.... I could force Paul out of my life, forever.
I opened the door to my apartment and walked inside...throwing my keys to the counter, as usual. I reached over to the small hidden cabinet that had been installed in my room, thanks to Adriaan and Anne.... I still don't know why.... but I was glad. Because in that little compartment I could hide the most important book in my life.... Dr. Slaski's journal.
I ran my hand alongside the counter and flicked a small switch that was hidden behind the cabinets and the door opened to the hidden cabinet. I quickly reached inside the journal and sat on the couch for another few hours of reading.
After about 30 minutes of exhausted, tiring reading, I felt myself slowly starting to drift to sleep. I practically made myself flip the page.... and then.... I wasn't tired anymore. I gasped at what I saw on the next page. Slowly sitting up I began reading the article. How To Bring A Dead Soul Back To Life. My eyes grew wide as I read what had to be done and what had to be said. It was all so simple. All you had to do was think about the person you wanted to bring back to life and chant a few rhyming things and they would be brought back to life. I read through the chants aloud and felt my eyes brimming with tears. I couldn't help it. Maybe if I had gotten this book before Paul had done what he did, then I could have saved Jesse. I was the one to blame! I felt the tears falling down my cheeks. I tried Jesse, I really did. I'm so sorry! I gasped in frustration and sat with the tears overflowing until I fell into an exhausted sleep, one word falling onto my lips as I slept. Jesse.
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Well, there you have it. Chapter 9 and as always.....you know what to do! :)
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Thanx so much for all the wonderful reviews! You guys rock! Okay, so I'm really sorry I haven't updated in a while! Please forgive me! Hope you like this chapter!
And now.....on with chapter 9.
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Susannah's POV:
"Susan! Over at table five!" Anne yelled out across the counter.
"Ok!" I yelled back at her, across the room. I picked up the dirty plates from my last table and walked across the room, depositing them into the dishwasher before picking up table five's order and walking it back to them.
"Here ya go!" I said, grinning. Trying to do my best to keep this little act going. It had been five months and I still hadn't forgotten about Jesse. Though the aching pain was still there.... it didn't hurt quite as bad.
"It's six!" I heard Anne yell at me again.
I quickly walked back to the back, throwing my apron into my work locker and grabbing the keys to my apartment. Yes you heard that right.... my apartment.
I had recently purchased the apartment.... or rather rented it.... from Anne...since that awful day five months ago. Anne had taken me shopping and bought me a brand new wardrobe. Then we had come back to the apartment and Anne had secretly had it fixed up for me while we were gone. Adriaan was waiting for us when we got back and given it a fresh paint job and everything. So, now.... officially.... this is my home.
And it was actually kind of funny.... what Adriaan did with the place. He had decorated it in....Spanish antique stuff.... and it looked nice. But I don't think that they got the reaction that they had been hoping for because I started crying right then and there as soon as I walked into the room and saw everything. The strange thing was.... it felt like I had finally come home in a sense. I guess I started literally losing it because it reminded me so much of Jesse. I guess when I was talking to Anne, I had told her that I really.... REALLY liked Spanish things and she had told Adriaan and they had gotten together and fixed up my room to make it look.... well.... homey. In it there was still the mirror, my bed had been covered with new bed sheets and such (which looked nice, might I add), and there was all of this really cool Spanish antique furniture.... which Adriaan later said he had found at an auction for cheap. Anne had hit him when he said this.
It's very strange not having parents to cry to or talk to.... and I sort of.... hopefully they didn't find this out.... missed my step-bros. I mean, come on. I used to wake up to Dopey's rather loud music, and Doc....he was so inquisitive and the only one in the household that actually sort of knew.... what was going on with me. Sleepy.... well I just missed Sleepy being Sleepy. But most of all I missed Jesse and Father Dom....they were the ones who I could really open up to and now I couldn't even talk to them. Father Dom because I wasn't ever aloud to go back to Carmel.... and Jesse.... well I wasn't going to think about him at this point because it definitely still hurts.
And I definitely hadn't had anymore ghostly visitors since Paul had done whatever he had done. I cried almost every night for that first week, because I couldn't call anyone or anything and let me tell you.... I tried. Also, I hadn't seen Maria in a long while and I kind of wondered what had happened to her. I kind of missed her psychotic abilities.... not. But she had been very nice in rescuing me. I don't know.
Speaking of Maria.... you've heard of birds of a feather flocked together.... I found myself wondering where Paul was at this point. Obviously he had stopped looking for me.... especially since I had only seen him once in the past three months.
He had come into the diner.... I guess looking for me, but I had seen him through the window before he'd gotten inside and I had ran into the back cooking area...literally freaking out. Adriaan had asked me what was wrong and since I had ranted about Paul for the first few months I was there to both Adriaan and Anne, they both new how terrified I was of him. So Anne had calmly taken his order and given it to Adriaan, and Adriaan, who practically hated Paul at this point, had calmly cooked his food and then spit in it. Anne and I had practically died laughing. Let's just say Paul never showed up in that diner again.
Speaking of Paul, remember that book that I practically stole from him. Yeah.... that was way interesting. It turns out that it was Dr. Slaski's entire journal about the secrets to mediation. It told me everything that Paul was going to...."teach" me. Yeah right. Anyway, after my first week living in the apartment, I actually got brave enough to look inside it. As I was reading I was amazed to find that I could grow stronger in my mediation abilities.... I even think that this book holds more power in teaching me than Father Dom ever could. I had begun reading it that week and was still reading it as of now. In fact, that's where I'm headed now is to read more about mediating, because maybe.... if I could get strong enough.... I could force Paul out of my life, forever.
I opened the door to my apartment and walked inside...throwing my keys to the counter, as usual. I reached over to the small hidden cabinet that had been installed in my room, thanks to Adriaan and Anne.... I still don't know why.... but I was glad. Because in that little compartment I could hide the most important book in my life.... Dr. Slaski's journal.
I ran my hand alongside the counter and flicked a small switch that was hidden behind the cabinets and the door opened to the hidden cabinet. I quickly reached inside the journal and sat on the couch for another few hours of reading.
After about 30 minutes of exhausted, tiring reading, I felt myself slowly starting to drift to sleep. I practically made myself flip the page.... and then.... I wasn't tired anymore. I gasped at what I saw on the next page. Slowly sitting up I began reading the article. How To Bring A Dead Soul Back To Life. My eyes grew wide as I read what had to be done and what had to be said. It was all so simple. All you had to do was think about the person you wanted to bring back to life and chant a few rhyming things and they would be brought back to life. I read through the chants aloud and felt my eyes brimming with tears. I couldn't help it. Maybe if I had gotten this book before Paul had done what he did, then I could have saved Jesse. I was the one to blame! I felt the tears falling down my cheeks. I tried Jesse, I really did. I'm so sorry! I gasped in frustration and sat with the tears overflowing until I fell into an exhausted sleep, one word falling onto my lips as I slept. Jesse.
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Well, there you have it. Chapter 9 and as always.....you know what to do! :)