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Well, that was weird. Mystery ghost boy just went psycho and I have no idea why. What was he talking about? I have never met him before. Never. Seriously, if I had met him I would have remembered him. Hey, it was hard to forget those icy blue eyes and that awesome blonde hair, so sue me. After all I am a girl and these are the things girls notice, and remember. Maybe I would have a little chat with Father D.
"Oh great." I said to myself as I looked at the broken mirror shattered all over the floor. Can my Saturday get any worse? Oh yes it can because I have a date with Paul. Even though he insists its not a date, I know that it is. If he so much as touches me he might lose his ability to have children, if you know what I mean. Anyway, I started picking up the broken glass when the phone rang.
"Hello?" I said in a somewhat agitated tone. Seriously I couldn't take anymore surprises today.
"Susannah," Father D.'s voice said "are you all right? Jesse said that you had something to tell me." I knew that Jesse wouldn't keep his mouth shut.
"Yeah, about that Father D..." I told him about the mysterious ghost boy and what he did to me just minutes before.
"Susannah you are in serious danger!" he shouted through the receiver.
"Father D. I'm not in danger." I replied "I just think he's confused. I think he has got the wrong girl."
"I don't know Susannah." he said in a voice that sounded questionable.
"What do you mean you don't know?" I said "I have never met this guy in my life, I swear!" How come nobody believed me?!?!! God, why do you hate me?
"I think there is more to this than meets the eye." was all he said. Seriously, that's it.
"And what's that supposed to mean?" Ok I was really getting mad. Was there something somebody forgot to tell me? Why didn't I get the memo?!
"Ok, Susannah, calm down. Now let's think about this. What did he say to you again?"I repeated everything for Father D.
"Ok." he said. "You said that he said"I never forgot about you after all these years yet you forget ME!" What could this mean Susannah?
"Father D. If I knew I wouldn't be asking you." Ok I knew he was on to something so why didn't he just tell me?
"Susannah I might have an idea." he said to me, "Does your mother have any photos, any photos at all?"
"What?" Why did he care if my mom had pictures?
"Answer the question Susannah." His voice sounded a little annoyed now.
"Uh yeah she's got a whole box full of old pictures somewhere. Why?" Wow, I think I am the only sane one left on this planet.
"Ok, what you must do is go get that box and bring it here and we will go through the pictures together, I have a plan."
"A plan that has to do with my mothers personal pictures?" I was very, very confused.
"Please, Susannah, you must trust me on this." was his reply
"Fine." I said. "When do you want me to come?"
"Now. As soon as you find the photos I mean." I had no idea where this was going to get us but I said
"Ok, but Father D?"
"Yes Susannah?" he said in his priesty voice.
"Do you have any food? Im starving." Hey, it was true. Ghost boy made me drop my pizza on the floor due to his anger management problem.
"Uh... yes, yes I will get you some food. Be here as soon as possible." he said in an urgent sort of voice.
"Ok. Bye." Then I hung up. I officially marked this day as the suckiest Saturday in the history of mankind.
I opened the door to Andy's and my Mom's room slowly. I didn't like going in there in fear of finding something that I didn't want to find, If you catch my drift. I was pretty sure where Mom kept that big box of pictures. Under the bed. Ok, I totally didn't want to invade my mom's privacy but hey, A girls gotta do what a girls gotta do. I reached under the bed and pulled out this big cardboard box. I opened it just to make sure it was the right one. Yup, it was filled to the brim with photo albums, yearbooks and such. And let me tell you, that sucker was heavy. I tried to carry it but it was way to heavy. So I ended up pushing it all the way. It was hell trying to get it downstairs. It ended up tumbling down them like the boulder in Indiana Jones. Whoops. The books scattered everywhere and it took me about ten minutes to get them all back in the box. When I was finally done with that I realized, I don't have a ride. Great. All that for nothing. But I promised Father D. I would be there. And be there I would.
I made my way to the garage, slowly of course because I had to push along that stupid box of books. I swear I was going to kill Father D. My only mode of transportation was by bike. I got out my mom's old bike, sense it was the only one with a basket. I kid you not, a basket. Where else was I going to put that dumb box? I ended up taking all the albums out and shoving them in the basket because the box wouldn't fit. I also had to put some under my arm meaning I would have to steer with one hand. So then I was off. I swear to God I felt like the biggest loser in the world. I looked like Mary Poppins on that stupid bike.
I forgot about my past experience of going to the Mission on a bike. Also meaning I forgot about that gigantic hill straight into traffic. I sped down that hill so fast I thought all the air was being sucked out of me. It made my eyes all watery too, making it very difficult to see. Then there was the intersection. Oh my God. I closed my eyes and prayed for the best because there was no stopping me now. I heard a horn and a screech but then it was gone because I was too far away. I opened my eyes. I had made it. Thank you God! Maybe he doesn't hate me after all.
I pulled into the mission parking lot and grabbed the rest of the albums out off the basket. I stumbled towards Father D's office. Finally I was there. I couldn't open the door though because my hands were too full with all those books. I tried kicking the door with my foot, hopeing someone would answer. Father D did.
"Hurry I'm going to drop these books in about two seconds."I said in an out-of-breath voice.
"Oh my..." Was all he said at the amount of books I was carrying. I dumped them all on his desk.
"Here, happy now?" he must have seen my flushed cheeks because he said
"Are you hungry Susannah?" I nodded. I was about to pass out because the only thing I ate was Coco-Puffs, and that was at like, what seven? And it was now four. Three hours till Paul picked me up.
"Father D," I said while I was eating a french fry "I still don't understand why you made me bring these down here." I said nodding towards the albums which he was looking through with intrest.
"I think," he said "there might be some connection with this boy in one of these albums."
"But, that's impossible, I'm not in any of those albums, heck I wasn't even born yet."What was his deal anyway?
"I know that, Susannah." he said "I didn't say you were."
"Then why the..." but I was cut short because Father Dom said
"Is this," he said pointing to a picture in my mom's old yearbook "your mystery ghost?"