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Chapter one

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN I CAN'T SEE HIM ANYMORE?" I raged. I yelled so loud I'm not surprised if any of the novices heard me. Now, if Sister Ernestine had, oh man, I would be toast.

Crispy. Not light.

Father Dominick sat straight up in his chair, showing me that he would not emit to defeat. I knew that I would not win this argument. But I knew I had to try.

You're probably wondering what I am talking about. Right? Well, it has been exactly an hour since Jesse and I had our second kiss. Yep, that's right. Another one. And this time, no one interrupted us. Well, I said that no one interrupted us. But, when Jesse and I parted, and I went back to the feast of Father Serra, Father Dom came up to me. I could see in his eyes that he knew what Jesse and I had done.

And he didn't look too happy.

Hence the "WHAT DO YOU MEAN I CAN'T SEE HIM ANYMORE?"

"Susannah," He began in his priestly voice he used to try and get me to understand something, "you must know that none of this will work out in the end. Jesse is dead. You're alive. Come now, Susannah, we have already had this talk once before. Do not start this again, please."

I looked Father Dom right in the eyes. I couldn't say anything. Not a word. For once in my life I was speechless.

Susannah Marie Simon was speechless. And to a priest. WHAT THE HELL?!? I mean, I had dished out a lot of comebacks and arguments to Father Dom. But I had never been speechless to him before. What the hell was going on with me this week?

"Susannah!" Father Dom exclaimed.

Obviously, I had said that last bit out loud. Yeah. And I had said HELL in front of a priest. Not like it wasn't a place.

HA. It's a noun.

Ok, a little off track there. Sorry. I seem to do that all the time.

"Sorry, Father Dom." I apologized. Then I got back to what we had been talking about earlier. "Father Dom, I can't believe that just because we kissed you are taking Jesse away from me. That is not fair. We haven't done anything past kissing. In fact, we have only kissed twice. And after the first time, Jesse ignored me for, oh how long was it? A week. Two, maybe. And now, since you're giving me the third degree, Jesse is going to get the same and never want to see me again!"

At that point I was standing. I had bolted upright out of my chair. Father Dom was looking at me with a confused look on his face. The reason for it, I don't know.

"Susannah, please sit down and repeat to me what you just said, a little slower this time. I didn't catch a word of it ." I sighed angrily and flopped back down in the chair.

This time, I wasn't exactly sitting in it either. No. I was more like laying in it. My arms were resting over the arms of the chair, dangling off. My butt was placed at the edge of it, with my legs outstretched in front of me. I looked like a kid who had just been told that I couldn't have my pocket solitaire back. Which I knew well, that it was sitting in one of the drawers of Father Doms desk.

But, I wasn't going to repeat myself. I do that a lot enough. I'm sick of it. Just as sick as hearing Father Dom talk about my bad mediating skills. For one thing: I think my mediating skills are great. For another: My mediating skills have been updated to more modern ways. Ghosts these days don't want to be talked to. They want to fight.

And they like whooping my ass.

So, after thinking about it, I stood up without a word, and walked right out of Father Doms office. I didn't pay attention to anything he was rambling on about after me. And nothing that he said seemed to be filled with joy.

I walked back out to Cee Cee to finish helping her with our stand so that I could go home and go to sleep. Sleep seemed like the only reasonable option right now. No one could bother me. Well, we all know that's a big lie. Because there was one person who could bother me….

Paul

And he could do more than that. He could scare me more than any of the ghosts I have faced. Including Diego and his knife wielding wife, Maria. Both of whom had something to do with Jesses death. Or should I say, MURDER.

Paul could enter my dreams, and send me to the Shadowland against my will. And without me knowing. He could cause me to stop in my tracks with a single look. He could render me speechless with a single touch. He was pure EVIL.

Hey, don't look at me. His own grandfather even said it. Well, he didn't say that he was the devil. Or the spawn of Satan. Not that I actually said it aloud. I just kind of… thought it.

"Cee Cee, I think I'm going to go home. I don't feel too hot." She gave me a suspicious look and then said ok and turned back to the stand handing out Cannolis to anxious and hungry teenagers.

I crept out of the mission gates and made my way down the two mile walk home.

Or UP it, I should say.

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