Hey everyone, I was so so so happy to get a reviews and that only inspired me to take time off from my cough, cough "busy Schedule" to start chapter two! A special thanks to ms. Nikki Slater for her encouragement! Any ways let me get this underway with an ever fun, ever exciting Disclaimer! Ok, so lets get this straight …as much as I would love (and I do mean Love!) to own the 'mediator' series and all it's very fine, and scrumptious characters (Paul, Jesse, ect...) I don't. If I could I would but I cant so I don't! With that said on to chapter two!

'Dead?' you say…yes dead. You see if your people in the back haven't caught on or happened to miss my speech earlier the

here it is again for you; I see dead people. Ok yes that line is totally over used but how many people can say it and actually mean it? Well I can, in fact I've been stuck

with this infliction since before I could even speak. I saw my first ghost at the tender age of two and from then as, the cliché goes, the rest was history…a history of pain

and bruises, not to mention one o'clock wake up calls from sobbing disgruntle ghosts. My job, contrary to some beliefs, is to aid the lost souls to their final resting place

in the beyond, weather it be heaven, hell, or winding up as a Bavarian slug in the alps due to reincarnation, but what ever the case they've got to go. And lucky me here

was another one of those ever-friendly lost souls come to seek my help, or (as I concluded from the scene before me) to make a bon fire of my school, but either way it

was up to me to do something.

Seizing the chance to dodge through a screaming crowd of scared seventh graders that where haling such tail away from the flames it'd make the track coach proud, I made

my way towards the glowing child. Let me tell you though trying to run in the opposite direction of a panicking crowd is no picnic, all of a sudden I was aware of how

trout felt trying to swim upstream. Eventually I managed to get out of the throng and swoop in on the chortling ghost boy whom was looking very pleased with his

handy work, but that smirk didn't last long on his pale lips when all of a sudden I yanked him by the ear resulting in a protestant yelp from him before a startling look at

me. I only knew this look to well, you see it's the one ghosts give once they realize someone living can see them which I might add is a huge shock to them since most

have tried to talk with their loved ones among the living only to find that they cant hear or see them. Needless to say me being able to see the younger boy and further

more inflict pain upon his ear was a "what the hell" moment, as he voiced the same only with slightly different words however.

"Look" I said tugging him as inconspicuously as I could to where we couldn't be seen, since talking to what seemed like air to the normal person wasn't a good way to

start my senior year if you know what I mean. "You cant just go starting fires like that!"

"You…you can see me?"

Astonishment doesn't make people, even the dead, to bright since obviously I could see him since I had a firm grip on his ear which had he been alive would have

defiantly bruised.

I being the kind person I was, not to mention the small fact this kid had just attempted and succeeded at arsenic, I nodded. "Yes I can and I'm here to help you"

"Help me?" he inquired in a childlike manor as if a wave of relief had hit him "I'm dead…. how…how can you help?"

" Well for starters why don't you tell me your name and why you decided to roast my school?"

"I'm Mathew. Mathew Hiker, and you are?" he spoke as if he remembered finally his age and was trying to compensate for his momentary laps of finesse in the presence

of an older female

"Suze. Simply Suze" I rested my hands on my hips and gave him 'the stare'.

Now let me brake down 'the stare' to all those whom are lucky enough to not have been on the receiving end of one. The stare was trademarked by parents all around the

world whom had the need to communicate with their offspring. In simple terms it's the one and the same 'I-know-and-you-know-what-you-did-was-wrong-and-now-I-

need-you-to-feel-remorse-for-it-in-a-sign-of-understanding-your-wrongne ss' look. Believe me my mom had delivered enough in my direction that I found myself using

'the stare' from time to time, and this was one of them.

"Now Mathew" oh no age was making me sound like my mother, but to take care of one problem at a time "why did you start that fire?"

"It was because after all this time I…I saw him and just had to do something!" Talk about pissed, the kid's hands were in fists and he was gritting his teeth "I hate him

that jack—"

But before he finished he looked up at an interrupting voice calling my name. At an instant I turned, though I knew to whom the cool sounding voice belonged, and gave

Paul a glance before looking back to Mathew, or at least where Mathew had been since he no longer was there when I looked back.

"Ugh, why must they do that!"

"Troubles Susie?"

I pivoted around and gave him a glare "Don't ever call me that Paul or I swear I'll make your life a living hell."

"Ah bad day already then?"

Sarcastically I retorted "How ever did you guess Gummy-Bear?" tossing my hair at the insult I had dealt as I made my way away from him and the smoldering school.

Casting my emerald eyes on him as he followed behind before falling in step with me I see he was miffed about what I had called him.

"Point taken, just don't ever mention that name again." He grumbled.

The nickname 'gummy-bear' had been a result of having ice cream at his home during the summer. Evidently it was Paul's mothers nick name for him since he ate them all

the time and on almost anything. We had been eating home made sundaes with all the fixing when she called, since our hands were a mess he put her on speakerphone and

she called him 'gummy-bear' much to his mortification. Of coarse I asked her why which only aided in making him curse profanely and turn a lovely shade of crimson.

"Fine as long as you don't call me the name" I spoke wrinkling my nose at 'the name' in condescension drawling forth a chuckle from both of us which was interrupted

by a shrill yell of another familiar voice, this one of the female sort.

"Simone you dolt!" yelled my best girl friend in Carmel, Cece Web, whom was coming towards me and Paul with Adam, my other good friend, in tow. "You would be the

only one to run towards the fire when every one is running the opposite way."

I gave a chuckle "Yeah that's me, going against the crowd."

"Literally I might add" joked Adam with good-hearted humor which fell short in the thick atmosphere of silence that followed. Cece had reverted to giving Paul the evil

eye with her bright irises and Adam to shifting uncomfortably.

"Anyways Suze I'll see you latter." He cut in with a stiff comportment, returning his own equally seething glance towards my two friends with his icy blue eyes before

turning and leaving off to his clique of intellectual athletes. Yes I know that so sounds like an oxymoron 'intellectual athletes', but believe me there are stranger things in

life. But to sum up the whole uneasy scenario that just played would be put simply as 'they don't like each other'. Cece dislikes Paul because of his conceited, arrogant,

egotistical, self-centered manner (everything that is Paul basically) and he dislikes her for being the know it all that is the essences of Cece Web.

"Hey are we still on for dinner today at your house Cee?" I asked looking around distractedly for a certain old person.

"Um, yeah Seven fifteen right? And are you sleeping over?"

" Ooh, do I get the same extended invite Web?"

"Yeah right, I'm sure my mom would be thrilled to hear 'oh yeah so my boyfriend is staying the night in my room where we'll be up for ungodly hours doing who knows

what, your fine with that right?' I don't think so McTavish"

(A/N I'm sorry if I get last names slightly wrong or other specifics since I don't actually own the series for references so this is all of memory)

"Yes for the seven fifteen, but I can't stay over. I have to …to watch David, sorry Cee."

"Yeah whatever" she scoffed skeptical, I could tell, of my lame excuse. I don't blame her it was a flat out lie. Doc could easily watch himself and for once I wasn't on

home lock down, no instead I had a date that night and sadly it wasn't with my dream boat Jesse. No it was a date with a certain Ghost boy prone to arson, he and I

needed to have a little talk that if successful will end with him going off into a white light with time to spare for a late outing to grab some ice cream. However little did I

know that this night would be far from the ordinary.

Ok again I'm sorry it's so short but I promise as the chapters go by it will get better. Ne-ways read and review and Iwould enjoy further ideas for this creation of mine and would love to incorporate any fresh ideas in. keep reading and reviewing please, much love