A/N: I'm so sorry for not updating for not updating for so long. Since school started I've been so busy. I really want to thank everyone who reviewed me and I expressly want to say to:

Deliasbabe1014: I know, I realize that a guy who wears chinos will not wear a Sean John shirt. And then I realize that Paul does not have a Mercedes but a BMW.

I'm sorry, one of my friends wrote that part and I didn't read over her. I shouldn't have let her write it because she never read the book. Stupid me.

Mecookiemonster: I know it's not really realistic to what Suze is doing, yet I read a lot of stories that are not realistic. When I say that I mean, the things Suze does and what she says is really not like her.

So on with the story...

Chapter 7

It's been five weeks since that day at the beach. I haven't seen Jesse since then. I guess he feels ashamed or mad at me for picking Paul over him. I mean the ghost said I should be with someone alive, someone my parents can see and hear, even Father Dom said so himself.

So far these past few weeks, my life as been a whirlpool of pool parties, clubs, and underground raves. Sometimes Paul and I would skip school and go to his house and we would makeout on his bed (but we would not go too far) or we would go up to RLS and hangout with Regina and Lindsey.

I'll admit it I have been out of control. Partying way past midnight on school nights has been the worst. I would sneak in through the front door and tiptoe up the stairs that lead to my room, and find my mum and Andy waiting for me on my bed. Then they would purposely wait me up at 6:00 in the morning with only six hours of sleep. And when I don't get enough sleep, I get really bicthy. They tried grounding but it just doesn't work so they give up. Recently I got my hair all-straight so now it doesn't curl.

Now I'm in my English class. I guess I dozed off because Mr. Knight was gently trying to wake me up. (A/N: I don't know Suze's English teacher so I made it up)

"Susannah, wake up." I heard a faint sound; he sounded like he was three miles away. At that point I was lifting up head yawning and looking at my fellow classmates looking at me like I was on crack.

"Susannah, school is not the time to go to sleep, you need to get more rest at home." Mr. Knight suggested.

"Well I'm sorry, Mr. Knight. My mother woke me up entirely to early and with you always talking too softly and boringly, it really wasn't my fault I feel asleep." I said in an honest and annoyed voice. He kinda looked taken back because he put his hairy finger in my face. If he were someone else other than my teacher, I would have bit his finger off.

"Listen young lady!" Whoa, 'young lady'. I think he needs to get laid sometime soon. "You have been coming to my classroom, always late and always talking to someone. Well you know what..." At that point Father Dominic came on the loudspeaker. Now what does he want?

'Sorry for the interruption, but will Susannah Simon please report to my office immediately. I repeat, will Susannah Simon please report to my office. Thank you.'

Oh great! Did he have to embarrass me like that? Damn. I haven't talk to Father D since that day when I went crazy on him.

I got out of my seat and walked towards the door.

"Well sorry Mr. Knight but duty calls I have to go." I said and hurried out of class. When Father Dom's office came into view I just walked in without knocking. I know pretty rude.

"Hey man, thanks a lot! You really saved me from getting a lecture from Mr. Knight about falling asleep in his class." I said smiling and getting comfortable in my favorite chair. Father Dominic was sitting at his desk and looking at a newspaper.

"Susannah, why are you sleeping in class? Is there something wrong at home?" He said looking up from his newspaper and putting it aside. He actually had concern in his voice and in his eyes.

"Listen, did you call me here to ask me about my life at home? Because everything is fine, or is this about mediating?" I said in a dull tone and straight to the point.

"This is about mediating, but if there is..." I interrupted him. He was boring me about my stupid house. Don't these people understand everything is fine at home? I love it; I'm in control.

"Listen, Father D I'm getting along with everyone including Dopey. Everything is peaches and cream at home." I said giving him a huge grin. He seems to buy it because he went from tense too tranquil but not too calm.

"Alright Susannah, I wanted you to look at this." He said and turning my attention at the Carmel Pine, our local newspaper. He passed me the smooth newspaper. He continued "Look and read the front page" he instructed.

I took the paper from his hand and looked at the front page.

I was stunned.

There was a picture of a girl. A very pretty girl. There was a three-column close-up, in color, showing her pretty face; it looked like a school picture. The paragraph that accompanied the photograph read:

We are sorry to say that one of our summer intern

Lori Hunt, 18, was involved in a drunk driving accident.

She did not make it.

At 8:15 p.m. October 11, 2004, Lori left her parents house in Carmel. She planned to go to one of her friend's house in

Monterey County, who lived near Monterey Institute of International Studies. When Lori was heading down

Father Junipero Serra Blvd. A drunk driver, Robert Wilson, 43, swirled over to Lori's lane and hit her car fiercely (head on collision). Lori instantly died from the impact, Wilson survived the accident with major injuries, but unfortunately he is in a coma at Carmel Hospital.

Lori Hunt was 18, a student at UCLA, an honor student, a cheerleader, and a journalist. She will be truly missed.

Wow, I kinda feel sorry for her but oh well. But I do, she was so young, so full of life, so pretty, so I see why she had to die. She had too much on her plate. I almost forgot about Father Dom.

"So what's your point? I mean I don't know her or something." I said giving back his newspaper.

"I know you don't know her personally Susannah. But I have a feels she has not moved on."

"So your saying she is a ghost stuck in limbo and you want me to mediate her, right?" I said. I knew where he was getting at. I'm not dumb.

"Exactly! Also we are not going to find her, we are going to let her find us."

"What! She probably never heard of a mediator so she won't even know we exist." I said getting ready to leave.

"Susannah just believe me she will come around soon. Now please go back to class." Father Dom said while trying to push me out of his office.

"Whatever" I said. And I walked out the door.

"Were home" I screamed.

"Damn Suze could you be any louder." Dopey said.

"Whatever" I ignored him. He was just being a dumbass. I opened my door and I saw the last person I wanted to see.

A/N: I'm sorry it's not very good but I tried. I'll also try to make the story better.