(A/N: Hey, I finally updated. Sorry about taking so long. Thank for all the reviews!)
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CHAPTER 14
UNEXPECTED VISITORS
After staring at me for a couple minutes, he cleared his throat.
"Um… are you quite alright?"
"Fine. Sorry about that. Let me introduce myself. I'm Susannah Simon. But everyone just calls me Suze."
"Well hello Susannah. I'm-"
I broke him off by laughing.
"What's so funny?" He asked, indignantly.
"I know who you are. Everyone knows who you are."
"Oh. Well, I suppose there's no point in introducing myself then."
I smiled at him, still staring. After a couple minutes he seemed to get pissed.
"What is it? What's on my face?"
I shook myself. Now don't get me wrong: I've met a lot of ghosts. I even met Tupac 9 years ago. But this was way too weird. I mean, seeing my dad was weird, and meeting Tupac was even weirder. But this was beyond weird.
"Nothing, I'm sorry. I guess I'm just tired."
"Oh." He seemed lost for words.
"So, what's the problem? I mean, why do you think you haven't moved up to heaven yet?"
"I'm missing something. Something very precious to me."
"Oh yeah? And what's that?"
"It's my bible. The first one I ever got. I was supposed to return it to a friend of mine. But I died, and never got a chance to."
"Aha. And if I get that bible to your friend you will move up to heaven?"
"Yes. But, this bible, it is very special to me. And it's very well hidden. It will be very difficult for you to retrieve it. The place is heavily guarded. Especially since I've just died."
I remained silent while he told me where I could find his holy bible, and then watched him
Dematerialise, apparently extremely happy because I promised to go find it for him.
I sighed, and buried my face in my hands. Why me? I mean seriously. I'm always the one stuck with the biggest mess. Like, in sixth grade, we had to do projects on all these famous people, and I chose Tupac, since I figured I could get loads of cool information since he was visiting me on a daily basis, and exactly on that day he move up to heaven, and I couldn't find any really cool information on the net, and ended up getting a F. Well, I guess that doesn't really have anything to do with anything, but it shows that I'm always stuck with all the bad luck. Sort of. Whatever.
Just as I was re-living these painful-but-random memories, the phone rang. I leaped up and grabbed it, before anyone else could. I don't know why I thought it could be, since CeeCee and Adam were at the cinema – together – and Jesse wasn't home yet.
"Hello?" I said, curiously.
"Hey. Suze?"
"I've told you Paul, I am not letting you bring her back to life just yet. We've already discussed this, and no, I haven't changed my mind."
"Oh. Well, that's not what I was calling for, but thanks for the information."
I felt myself turn red.
"Oh? Why'd you call then?"
I know I was being rude. And I know Paul had changed ever since he met Rachael. But still. I mean, he had tried to break me and Jesse up on several occasions, so I have a reason to be reproachful.
"I was wondering if Rachael was at your place, but she just materialised here, so I guess that's ok."
I stayed silent. What was I suppose to say? I guess Paul noticed that I was feeling down, since he was all like, "Suze? Suze? Are you okay?"
"I'm fine."
He wasn't fooled though.
"Sure Suze. And the pope is Jewish. What's wrong?"
"Well, actually, my dad hates Jesse, Rachael is jealous of me, Andy seems to think I'm his "daughter" and calls me sweetie and honey, and I think Brad is starting to think that I'm a selfish witch."
Except I didn't say witch, if you know what I mean.
"Oh. Let me see. And I have to go retrieve the pope's bible from this church in Italy, for him to move on to heaven. Apart from that, life's great."
I think Paul noticed that I was having a fit and that I was about to burst into tears, since he was all like:
"I'll be right there to pick you up. We're working on an English project together, and I need your help. Okay?"
I nodded, realised he couldn't see me, and said
"Yeah."
He was about to hang up when I said,
"Paul?"
"Yeah?"
"Thanks."
"Sure Suze, no problem."
I smiled, and put the phone down. I was glad Paul was my friend now. He could really be helpful at times, just like this one. A couple minutes later I heard the doorbell.
"Oh, hi Paul." My mom answered the door.
"Hey Mrs. Ackerman? Or is it Simon?"
I heard my mom laugh. "Ackerman."
"So, what brings you here Paul?"
"Well, Suze and I are working on an English project together, and I'm kinda stuck."
It was at this point that I came downstairs.
"Oh, hi Paul. Yeah, I'm sorry. I totally forgot about yesterday. I left you a message, did you get it?"
"Sure. It's fine." Thank god he was playing along.
I turned to my mom.
"I guess I kinda forgot to tell you about it. Paul and I are working on an English project together and-"
My mom interrupted me.
"Sure Suzie, its fine. But be back before 11:45, okay?"
I grinned and grabbed my coat.
"See ya."
(A/N: Sorry about not updating and stuff. I was kinda busy. Stuff at home's still the same… and lots of tests are scheduled for this week, but I'll try updating soon, I promise. And I'm working on another fan fic, that I haven't published yet. Look out for it some day in the 1-800-WHERE-R-U section. ) thanks, and REVIEW! )