Chapter 3

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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

Hint - Chrono's comin up! Yay!

A What? What's that? Gina looked crushed, I never knew what my title was only I got to take care of any of the reasons the person or persons why the person is still here. I wasn't blessed with happy dead people but the unhappy ones! Some ghosts are super rude, depressed or just down right depressing to be around or they are just super creepy nice. Some ghosts can get rough and try to hurt people on purpose, I usually have to kick their butts too.

When mom said Oh Rosie, Not again! That's because when I have to kick some ghost's butt it could get messy. I really didn't want to mess up my new room just yet. I know mom is starting to figure out something is up with me, she just can't figure out what. Maybe it's a good thing.

Really Mom! It's great! I love it! I said to everybody

When Andy heard this he went around showing me the clap on and off, and all the gadgets he had installed for me. I followed him around telling how delighted and how nice it was of him to that or this. After awhile he ran out of things to show me and he left to start the barbecue.

Is it really ok? Mom asked

Yeah it is mom. I replied

Do you want me to help you to unpack?

No, Mom. It's ok

Mom left humming a old song Oh Susannah. And I thought I was weird. And it got stuck in my head. After Mom left, I shut the door, then turned to the guy who sat on my window seat looking out the window at the ocean.

Who the hell are you? I demanded out of the ghost.

The guy quickly turned his head and looked surprised to be spoken to like I had done. Then he finally spoke.

Nombre de Dios? The way he spoke would of made girls who had a thing for Latino boys swoon like Gina.

Don't even trying to use your higher power. I said to him as I swung my chair around to face him. Then I noticed his outfit, which looked a lot like something they'd wear 150 years ago in the Wild West.

How long has it been since you croaked? I asked the guy

He looked at me with his questioningly liquid red eyes. Which spooked me a bit.

What is……..croaked? His voice rusty from misuse

I rolled my eyes.

Kicked the bucket, Checked out, Popped off? Bit the dust? I told him. When I saw the blank look I sighed. Died?

Oh….Died. Instead of answering my questions he shook his head. I don't understand how can you see me? All these years no one has ever-

Well times a changing. So what's your glitch? He blinked questioningly at me again with those big red eyes. It's not often you run into a ghost who also happens to be a real cutie. This boy…guy must have been something when he was alive. I was already trying to catch a peek under his shirt. The low collar of his shirt exposed most of his chest and stomache. Do ghosts have six packs? This was something I never thought of before about ghosts.

Glitch? He asked. Even his English was flat and unaccented. He clearly had Spanish in him. He was as American as someone who might have been born before California became a state.

Yeah. I said as he turned a little putting a boot on the window seat then I continued. I mean by glitch I mean problem. Why are you still here? He still had a blank look on his face. Why are you still here why haven't you gone to the other side?

He shook his short dark purple hair that had a crispy look to it but if you touched it was really thick. I don't know what you mean.

I was starting to get really warm and already taken off my jacket and I really wanted to change but I didn't want to change with him in the next room watching me. I was starting to get in a very cranky and he wasn't helping.

What do you mean, you don't know what mean! I snapped at him Your dead. You don't belong here. Your supposed to be doing what happens to people after they die.Rejoicing in heaven, or burning in hell, or being reincarnated, or ascending another plane of consciousness, or whatever. Your're not supposed to be hanging around.

He looked at me thoughtfully, balancing his elbow on his knee with his arm dangling. And what if I like hanging around? He looked like he really wanted to know.

I wasn't sure but I think he was making fun of meI don't like being fun of. People in Brooklyn used to make fun of me but when a fist connected with their noses they shut up pretty fast.

I wasn't ready to hit this guy just yet. I just traveled a gazillion miles just to live with a bunch of stupid boys, I still had to unpack, I've already made my mother pretty much cry, then find a ghost in my room? Can you blame me for being short with him?

Look, I said standing up and swinging my leg around the back of my chair. You can do all the hanging around, amigo. Slack away. I really don't care. But don't do it here.

Chrono. He said not moving

What?

You called me amigo. I thought you might like to know I do have a name. It's Chrono.

I nodded. Right. Well like I just said Chrono, you can't stay.

And you? Chrono was smiling at me this time.

God if he was still alive Gina would of hung up his face in her room. And at my old school it would elected him prom king in no time flat.

And me, what?

What's your name?

Look. Just tell me what you want and get out. I'm hot and I want to change. So I don't have time for-

He interrupted me as if he never heard me talking.

That woman-your mother she called you Rosie is it short for something?

It's Rosette. Without warning I or what I thought I heard Chrono start humming Oh Susannah

Was that song top 40 when you were born?

Chrono kept humming and smiling then continued. So this is you room now?

Yeah, it's my room and your going to have to clear out.

I'm going to have to clear out? He raised a eyebrow. Well this has been my home for a century and a half, why do I have to leave it?

Chrono was starting to get me mad. I wanted to open the window and he was sitting in front of it. Because. I said. This is my room and I'm not sharing it with some dead cowboy.

That really got to him. He slammed his boot back to the ground and stood up. He was way taller than me in my ankle boots I'm five eight.

I am not a cowboy. He angrily told me. He added something in Spanish under his breath.

I didn't understand Spanish because I had always taken French in school. So I didn't get what he was saying and I noticed that the antique mirror that hung over my new dressing table began to wobble and I knew if I didn't make Chrono stop it would fall and brake. So I grabbed his finger and pulled closer towards me.

You better stop making that mirror shake and if you put your finger in my face again, I'll brake it!

I noticed that the color from his face had drained, well it would have if ghosts had blood. Since what I just did could blow a guy's mind like his since I bet he hasn't been touched in 150 years. I noticed he stopped shaking the mirror. I took advantage of his disbelief of what just happened.

Look, Chrono. You can't stay here. Let me help get where you're supposed to go or you can go haunt some other house but not here. I calmly said

Chrono still looked at his finger as if I had burned it then asked me softly. Who are you? What are you? What kind of girl are you?

Chrono took awhile to say girl. That bugged me. I mean wasn't the most popular girl in New York, but I couldn't deny I wasn't a girl. I wore skirts truck drivers would honk, construction workers would yell inappropriate comments to me. But just because I just threatened to break his finger didn't mean I wasn't a girl.

I'll tell you what girl I am! I'm the kind of girl who's not looking to share her bedroom with a dead guy! Do you understand me? It's up to you. I'll give you some time to think about it, but when I get back I want you out!

I turned around and left. I had to leave because I was losing the argument and badly. I guess I never expected to move here and find a ghost of a cute guy in my room. As

I stormed down the hall I kept thinking. What would happen if he stayed? I won't be able to change my own clothes in my own room!

Give him time I heard a little voice say.

This was the voice I never told mom's therapist about.

Give him time. He'll come around, they always do. Well most of the time.

Yay! Two chaps up! Cool!

I just finished reading another book written by Jenny but under another name it's called Haunted - AMediator's story. Meg Cabbot is her other name. Good book.

Due to school, no internet acess home. chapters may be a bit slow and when I do update I'll try to post two chapters at a time.

Thanks

Mika