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Chapter 3 (Shadowland)(A/N: Um. I've cut a lot out because well you know, the story. I'm just getting at the big events)
I reached for the handle to my door, when I heard a voice behind me.
"Were are we going, Suze?" Paul's voice dripped through like a the leak in the cellar. This ghost really liked pissing me off, doesn't he?
"None of your business" I replied, matter-of-factly.
"Don't go see the dead girl" for a minute there I actually thought Paul sounded a bit concerned. Nah. Must have been my imagination.
"And why may I ask do you care?" I asked.
"None of your business" he mimicked.
"Fine"
I reached for the door handle again, so I could go mediate Heather but the deadbolt slid into place. I turned and glared at Paul.
"Open it" I gritted my teeth.
"Not a chance in the world" Paul smirked.
"Fuck you, Paul Slater" I walked over to my window, pushed it up and climbed out while ignoring Paul with his rage, mad, ghost blablabla. Listening to him was worse then listening to Mr. Walsh.
I considered driving the car (even though I don't have my lisence) bu then ralized I didn't have the keys and I wasn't a very good driver so I took the bike. The seat was hard and the pedals made way too much noise, but it was better than walking.
The school, looked so still and peaceful like nothing fowl (like Heather) could be in there, haunting the classrooms. I parked my bike right near the back entrance, broke a window and climbed in. It took me a few minutes to realize that I was in Mr. Walsh's classroom.
I walked around the school for about fifteen minutes. I was very surprised, Heather could contain herself for fifteen minutes. Girls like Heather always have to be in the spotlight so I though I would only have to wait for about three to five minutes.
"What are you doing here?" she asked me rudely.
"I'm here to help you" I tried to keep my cool.
"So. You can do it…because the old priest dude said that it couldn't be done. You know, get my old life back" she rambled.
"No. I can't get you your old life back" I told her "but-". I was interrupted by her furious name calling.
"You have to move on!" I screamed ontop of all her cursing and yelling. This just angered her more. Suddenly sharp objects were flying at me. I ran until I came to Mr. Walsh's classroom and jumped out the window, and pedaled away fast. When I was sure, Heather wasn't following me anymore, I got off the bike and started to walk.
It took me for ever to sneak my way back up to my room but I did it. Unfortunately, there Paul was waiting for me.
"Close death?" he asked with an I-told-you-so look, while noticing the bits of brocken glass stuck to me.
"Yep. Nothing out of the ordinary" I ripped off my jacket and flopped onto my bed.
"You're bleeding" he commented.
"No. I'm not" I argued but then saw the blood trickling down my hand. I must of cut my self whne I jumped out of the window.
"Oh" was all I said.
"Here let me help" he said to my surprise. He tookout a hankerchief and rapped it around my wrist delicately.
"Thanks" I pulled way the second he finished.
"You don't like me much do you?" he asked.
"Thank you for pointing that out, Mr.Obvious" He just wore an amused expression and dissapeared. Well, that's what guys are good at. Not that I wasn't grateful that Paul was gone but now, I don't have any one hot to look at. I did SO not just think that. Bad Suze!