(AN- after a long time I finally got around to making the next story, if I'll make a fourth, no one knows…. I might, but right now I'm a bit under the weather…maybe when I feel betteri'll make a 4th story. Please R&R, im not really in the mood for flames, ACHO, so please no flames.)
Clara is at her house that sits up in the mountains. Yet the atmosphere inside the house is much more drastic. "Why are you doing this TO ME?" Clara yelled. "Honey let go of your suit case." Ordered Crystal (Clara's mom) in an odd soft voice. "Honey I was offered a higher paying job, it's in the city, you'll have higher allowances and there will be shops…" said James (Clara's dad) who was interrupted by Clara who was full of rage. "I don't care you don't understand anything do you? I can't just leave, what about my friends, my school, my practice spo…my soccer practice!" "Clara you haven't played soccer for over a year." Stated Crystal. Clara rolled her eyes. Why are they doing this to me, they don't understand anything about me let alone not specifically tell me we're moving! Clara thought in a bitter mood. The sudden news and her parents not warning her outraged Clara. Not only that she had her own priorities too. She was special, she fought against normal crimes and paranormal crimes, even though her parents didn't know, and just because their moving didn't mean she was gonna come close to telling them. But Clara had a practice spot set up just for her, and she loved the mountains, the hills, the fresh air and beauty, and the thought she would never see them again, clouded her intelligence with undoubted anger.
As the last of the movers packed away the furniture and the rest of the family's wardrobe, Clara stole her mother's camera and fledup the brush lined trail leading to the top of biggest hill she knew.
when she looked upon the horizen, the beauty of nature looked like it was posing for a picture. "I'll come back, I will never leave you, I promise, never for good. Take care." She snapped the camera, taking one last photo of the only place she truly felt safe and at home. For Clara knew the city had no mountains and not many flowers, she would miss it so much. She leaned down and plucked a small purple mountain tulip from the ground. She pulled the pin out of her hair; it was coated with little silver beads and had a C popping out of the pin. She bent down and stared at the pin as she laid it upon the ground. She let one single and small tear from her eye, it had all her emotion and sadness locked away in it. She took one last glance at the beautiful haven. Her father called with his voice booming in anger that she kept them waiting until Crystal motioned him to quiet down and let her have her minute before she had to say good bye.
Clara turned and walked away from the hilltop, grasping the Purple tulip with all the might her hand had.
No Adult could see the true pain in her eyes, so she kept one hidden with her hair. When she entered the car, the scene disappeared faster than she could have time to hold on to. The movers waved as the car pulled away. Clara couldn't miss the place faster than she did. She kept her eyes on the last tree until all that was left along side the rode was sand and dirt.
When finally her parents talking brought her back to where she was utterly forced to be. "Clara cheer up, I promise you'll love the city, it will be just like home." Said James in complete failure of cheering Clara up. "No, it won't, it can't." said Clara in a sour response to her father. "Alright Missy, you need to grow up and get over this, you are such a drama queen." Said Crystal. "Mother, you wouldn't know a Drama Queen even if it hit you in the face!" Snapped Clara. This frustrated the driver, but frustrated Crystal even more. "Clara, really do you think this is necessary?" "Do you Mom, think it's necessary to take me away from the only place I truly loved, I mean really you aren't being reasonable to my needs as well as your rubbish." She felt like laughing at the fact that she had said rubbish, when she isn't English at all. "That's enough out of you, Clara." Said Jack. Clara didn't want to fight her father. Not when he's driving at least. Clara decided to slip away from the folks and hide away in the trunk of the van, which was just in the very back of the Van. Clara climbed back there, and moved a piece of luggage she pulled her blanket and MP3 from up front and set up a little spot where she could sit between luggages, and be unseen. As she spread the blue blanket on the trunk floor, and sat down, she noticed that her position was facing the midday sun. She enjoyed the feeling of the golden rays hitting the window and spraying across her face. Her feelings left her, until the car hit a rugged bump. She lost her balance (even though she was sitting up) and hit her head on the suitcase behind her. (Ouch much)
She rubbed her head, and then tried to relax, but the bump on her head hurt too much. To take her mind off the pain, she put on her headphones to listen to some of her favorite bands.
Clara drifted into her music, butthen the Van came to a screeching stop. "Clara…. mumble…. Gas." that was all Clara heard over her headphones, but she ripped them off, and said, "What do you want?" "I said we are stopping for some gas. So why don't you run in and get something to snack on." When Clara looked up she saw a rusty old gas station, and off in the distance she saw another station that looked more new. There was no one there, so James thought first in line! Clara walked in after receiving $10 from her mom. The bell jingled as she entered, when she looked around no one was inside. "Hello?" she asked, silence answered. "Is anyone here?" she asked again, nothing. She looked around and picked out a soda and a bag of chips also a candy bar. She went to the cashier, but no one was there. She rang the bell. No one came out. She flipped herself around and leaned against the counter. "That will be 4 dollars." Said a geeky voice from behind her, Clara spun around startled but paid the man 4 dollars. As she turned to leave the cashier disappeared through the floor. "What in the world…" said Clara, she ran into the girl's bathroom at the back of the store, and came back out in her ghost form. She didn't plan on fighting him; just checking things out…very slowly she sank through the floor.
Under the store were the gas chambers, where all the gas was stored to pump into cars. Behind the gas tank for pump 3 there was a little desk and a big jar full of cash. The cashier was putting the 4 dollars that Clara gave him into the jar. "Hello?" Clara asked. The cashier snapped around. "What…you found my stash, your going to steal my money…. get away!" said the cashier and with that lunged at Clara throwing her to the ground. "I'm not going to steal your money, now get off me!" "You're a thief, you're a robber, and I worked hard for my money!" "I'm not going to steal your money, get off me NOW!" they wrestled until Clara charged her hands to blast the cashier off her. The cashier was thrown to the wall. "I'm not going to steal your money okay!" "Liar!" "No, I'm not a liar or a thief!" "Get away from my money, I'm reporting you to the authorities!" "You're a ghost there isn't any authority!" "We'll see about that!" the cashier turned around and ransacked through a box looking for a weapon. Clara had had enough; she flew through the roof and was out of the gas chambers. She appeared in the store, when her dad was ringing the bell looking for someone to pay for the gas. Clara ran back into the girl's bathroom and changed back. When she came out James was pounding the counter for the cashier. "Dad, what are you doing." Asked Clara. "Where is the cashier you paid?" "Dad haven't you noticed the rustiness? This is a run-down gas station, no is here anymore." "Well then who do I pay?" "No ONE! Lets just go." Clara grabbed James's arm and pulled him out of the store and to the car, Clara's mom was relieved that the family was ready to leave. "What took you so long?" "Nothing…" said Clara rubbing the back of her neck. The car pulled out as Clara returned to her spot behind the luggage.
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Chappie two will come either tomorrow or in a few days.
This is the triology to 'My Reflection' and 'The ghost outdoors'!