Last time

Oh! Mom said They're everywhere! We have hummingbird feeders at the house you can put one out your window Rosie! Mom never let me feed the pigeons in New York this sorta made me happier.

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Chapter 2

As we were walking up to a huge car the suddenly Dopey announced that he would drive then Andy said firmly that he would drive. Dopey began to complain that he would never pass the test if he didn't practice. Andy quickly said that Dopey and I would use the Rambler and have a licensed driver with us. I had to Andy.

I can't drive. I said embarrassed to Andy.

Dopey elbowed Sleepy instantly waking him.

Did ya hear her Jake? She can't drive! he said grinning

That isn't all that uncommon, Brad. They say New York has the biggest transit system in North America! Andy said proudly

I never even kept a car in New York. Mom admitted

Don't worry Rose! I'll enroll you in a driver's ed course! In no time soon you'll catch up with Brad!

Oh joy! I get to catch up with the world's biggest idiot! I thought

Driving to the house that was an hour away from the airport was a slow and not of joyful hour. I got wedged between Sleepy and Dopey and lucky Doc was sitting on top of my luggage. I saw things happen here that would never have been heard of in New York. There were fruit and vegetable stands next to the road and the sellers were selling whatever they had for dollar! A dollar! I saw fruits for a dollar that sold a good 3 dollars in New York. I saw plants I never saw before in my short sixteen years of life. Then the next best thing happened the ocean came into view. I gasped when I saw it too.

What's wrong! Rosie you ok? Mom asked worriedly

Oh nothing! I was looking at the ocean. I said quickly, feeling embarrassed for knowing I was around people who were used to the ocean. Geez I bet they are thinking what a freak.

Those waves look great! I'll have to go down there before dinner! Dopey announced

No! Not until you finish that term paper! Andy said firmly

Aww Dad! Dopey whined

Mom started on a very long, boring speech about my new school. The school was named after Junipero Serra some dead Spanish guy who I really don't care about. This guy came to America in the 1700's and forced any Native American he could to start practicing Christianity. Now that school attracts 20,000 tourists a year and is still a running school. I didn't even bother listing after that. I hated school, always have. I would have came here before Christmas but the school had no room for me. So, I got to live my grandmother who is a criminal attorney and a great cook. When the hills blocked my view of the ocean it finally hit me.

Hey, Doc. When was the school built?

The eighteenth century. Why?

Eighteenth CENTURY! I pretty much yelled as I leaned forward to get Sleepy's who was out like a light forehead off my shoulder.

I could tell he used Finesse shampoo and so sis Dopey.

Gina may have told me the good points of having big brothers but she forgot to tell me they took up so much room!

Eighteenth century! I said again Mom heard the panic in my voice.

Now Rosie! Mom said looking at me through her sun visor mirror. I told you there's a years waiting list at Robert Louis Stevenson, and you told me you didn't want to got a all girls school so Sacred Heart is out and Andy has heard some horrible stories about the public schools!

Eighteenth Century! Ran through my mind over and over again. I could feel my heart race like I had run a mile in 2 minutes. That school is like three hundred years old!

We were driving through the town of Carmel-by-the-Sea now, all the houses looked like they were from postcards so perfect and pretty. Andy had to drive carefully around tourists and out of state cars. Carmel-by-the-Sea is proud to say they have no traffic lights.

What's so bad about the eighteenth century? Andy wanted to know

Mom responded in a serious voice or as I call it the "bad news" voice, the one she reserves when she has to report plane crashes or child murders.

Rosie has never been wild about old buildings.

Oh. Then she won't like the house. Andy said

I grabbed the back of his seat and demanded.

Why? Why I won't like the house!

Then I saw it. The house was huge, pretty, with Victorian-style turrets and a window's walk, the whole works. Mom had it painted blue, white and cream. The house was surrounded by big, shady pine trees. It was three stories high, constructed entirely of wood, not from that horrible metal and glass stuff or terra cotta junk like many of the houses in the neighborhood. It had to be the most lovely house in the neighborhood. And I didn't want to set foot in there. I knew I agreed to move here with mom and there would be many changes. Like the fact I was going to share my mom with other people for the first time in 10 years since dad died. It was just the two of us and I sorta liked it.

If it hadn't been for the fact Andy made mom happy, I would have told her no on the wedding and moving here. I still can't look at them, you could tell they loved each other. What kind of daughter would I had been if I had said no? So I accepted Andy and his sons, I accepted the fact I would have to leave the only place I ever knew so mom could have her much deserved happiness. I never thought I would have to live in a real house. And not any house either.

Andy unloaded my bags and gave them to his sons who carried them to my room. The house used to be a boarding house that was built in 1849. There were gunfights over card games and women in the parlor room. You could still see the bullet holes. Andy even framed one and filled the rest. Andy proudly announced we were living on the only house that had a original nineteenth century bullet hole in it. Mom kept looking at me, with a worried look about what I thought. I was a little mad at her for not telling me for not warning me and I sorta understood why she didn't.

Because mom's right I don't like old houses. This house was really something though, You could see the valley, town, and ocean from the porch. I bet this house cost millions. When I finally walked into the house I saw familiar things and some that weren't. Mom paided a good and high price to ship all her precious plants here, she said she couldn't part with them. The plants hung , stood on wooden, glass and metal stands everywhere. Andy had a dog a huge one in he had it stuck in his head I had food.

My room was upstairs, just above the porch. It was the nicest room in the house. I saw how much trouble mom and Andy went through, it was all girly and to tell the truth I'm not girly at all, I'm the opposite. There was a private bathroom just for me. They also got me a new bed one with a lacey canopy, something mom's always wanted me to have. This is ok so far. I thought. All Clear so far.

Andy even so kindly built me a window seat and I knew somebody already sat on it. I knew they weren't a relative of me, mom, Andy, Dopey, Sleepy or Doc. I looked at them to see if they saw him, but they didn't. I guess my face didn't look good, when mom's face fell and she sadly sighed then said Oh not again!

I guess I should tell you. I'm not a normal 16 year old girl. I may seem normal. I don't do drugs, I've only smoked once, I only have had my ears pierced once. I don't have any tattoos, or do I wear dark nail polish only light colors. I'm pretty much a normal teenage American girl except one little thing I see and talk to dead people. I try to avoid them if I can, but they always find me. People might think I'm crazy. I remember seeing my first ghost when I was 2.

It was a woman, who looked sadly at me the disappeared. I found out that day I was the only one to see the ghosts and not to tell anybody. I never told anybody about my first ghost or the hundreds that visited me over the next few years. Some spoke to me and they told me what they wanted me to do about whatever it was. If I couldn't help them they disappeared.

Then when I was 6, dad died. I sat on the stoop of our apartment waiting for him to come home, I knew he was going to come home, I knew I was going to see him again. And I did. Dad died from a massive coronary. Mom had his body cremated and placed his ashes in a antique German beer tankard and placed it on a high shelf and she often talked to it when she thought I wasn't there. Dad was hardly home when he was alive, after he died he was around more and he like to materialized just to freak me out. He was the first person/ghost to tell me why I was the only one who could see ghosts and nobody else.

One day our school had a carnival Gina and I went together, we didn't have any boyfriends to take us. There was this woman, a card reader named Madame Zara.

Gina wanted to have our fortunes told. Gina went first and Madame Zara told her everything she wanted to hear, then it was my turn. She read my cards, looked confused, reshuffled my cards, then looked at me and said.

You! Talk to the dead! Madame Zara said

Gina got all excided and she kept on saying Oh! My God! Rose did you hear that? You can talk to the dead! You're a psychic medium, too!

Not a Medium, a Mediator. Madame Zara said

Oh a cliffhanger and one of the longest chapters yet! For only a second or so all you have to do is click the next chapter button. Good thing I'm placing the official third chapter after this chapter-

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