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Now, presenting Chapter four

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I went home around two in the afternoon. I took us a few hours to clean up the mess we made. Adam even helped. I got back and saw David, in the kitchen, reading Role models: and how they change our lives.

I set my purse on the table. "So…" I asked. "Who's your role model?"

David looked up from his book and started at me. "I would have to say Anthony Creagar."

"Who the heck is that?"

"He happens to be a very important person in our society. He is also in high school. He has helped so many people in our community…"

I didn't really listen to the rest. It started to get boring. That kid is just way too smart for his age. I just let him keep on talking about this Anthony Creagar. I didn't want to know about the kid, just who his role model was. Finally, I had enough.

"Ok, Ok. I get it now. I need to go to the bathroom and then, maybe, me and you can finish talking about this interesting guy." I lied.

The phone rang. I quickly ran to it "Hello?" I asked into the receiver.

"Susannah, it's Father Dominic. I was wondering if you could come down to help me with some boxes-" He started.

"There's no one on the other line." I interrupted.

"Oh. Well, then. I need you to come down. It's urgent. Jesse's already here. Come down quickly please."

"Be there in five minutes. Ten tops." I hung up and ran upstairs.

I changed into some different clothes and saw something on my floor. An envelope. I picked it up and flipped it over. There was nothing on it, only my name in this fancy writing. I didn't recognize the writing.

I ripped it open and opened the letter. The writing was written in something red.

Like blood.

I nearly dropped it, but I told my fingers to hold it while I read it. It said:

You know someone is watching you,

And you're correct.

But things are about to get worse,

You'll be screaming for your life, I bet.

Make some last wishes,

Make some stir fry.

Cause coming soon,

Is my wish for you to die.

Wait, isn't it April fool's Day? This person must be messing with me. But the next part answered my question I read:

This is no joke,

This is no game,

So watch out mediator,

Here comes your end.

This time, I did drop the letter. I can't leave that there, I thought. What if Jesse finds it? No! I can't let him find it. Definitely not him.

I looked at the clock. "SHIT!"

I had been standing in my room for over ten minutes. I, for some reason, took the letter and stuffed it in my purse. I ran out the door, to my car, and then drove to the mission. I saw Jesse and Father D. standing in the parking lot.

Jesse paced back and forth. When he saw me, he walked over and let out a sigh of relief. He pulled me into a tight hug and kissed me on the lips.

I pulled away confused. "What was that for?"

"We thought something had happened to you." Jesse told me. His ink eyes were staring at me intensely.

"I had to do something for my mom first." I lied. I knew I shouldn't have, but I just did. I guess out of habit. I looked over t Father D.

He waved me and Jesse over. We walked over to him and then followed him into his office. I sat down in one of his chairs and looked at Father D.

He closed his eyes for a few seconds. Jesse was looking at me for a few seconds. I took his hand and squeezed it reassuringly. I sighed.

"What's going on?" I asked him. He opened his eyes and sighed too.

"Have any of you been watching the news?" We both shook our heads. "Well, another girl just died."

"What's the difference? Everyone dies." I asked. Will I be the next one?

"The girl, Jamie Watson, was murdered."

"By what, Padre?" Jesse asked this time.

Father D. rubbed his forehead and said, "By a ghost."

Questions exploded in my mind. "Which ghost?" I asked before Jesse.

"I'm not sure."

"Wait," Jesse said. "How do you know it was a ghost?"

"Jamie's best friend, Mary, appeared on T.V. She told the camera man that Jamie was killed by an evil ghost."

"So…" I said slowly. "That means that her best friend is a mediator."

Father D. looked at me straight in the eye. "No, actually. Jamie was."

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Like the scary poem. Or at least it was supposed to be. I tried to find something that rhymed with 'game' but I wanted to finish this chapter. I hoped you liked it. Sorry the chapters are so short, but I like to keep me readers up to date.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of Meg Cabot's characters. I'm only using them for this story.

R&R