Here is the second chapter i hope you all like it. reviews and comments are appreciated

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Chapter 2

I woke up groaning, and slammed my alarm clock to the floor. It was Monday and time for school, much to my chagrin. I mean, don't get me wrong I love school it's just with this whole "medete-whatever" duty as Ian and my mother so graciously put I don't have to for school. Which also reminded my mother hadn't told me anything, nada, zip, zilch, about the med…talking to ghosts. I didn't know whether to be pissed or relieved she hadn't said anything. On one hand I found out that I wasn't a freakaziod from an alien planet dropped down to earth like Clark Kent. On the other, it hurt that my parents hadn't told me anything, since I could remember I had had to deal with these ghosts and some were pretty mean ghosts too. I guess in some ways I was jealous too if I admitted it to myself. This cute gorgeous guy who I had never laid eyes on before knew things that I didn't, things that obviously my mother and his father knew. Which led me to something else that had been nagging at me. If my parents hadn't told me this huge part of my life then what else were they not telling me? Why didn't they trust me?

All these thoughts were rushing around my head, like a ping-pong ball, giving me one major headache. I went down stairs and said a quick hello and good-bye before she could reply I was out the door. My mom had given me permission to use her car for school which was a relieve. Who wanted to be riding with a bunch of freshman anyway? I was a junior and finally I was going to get a little respect. Of course it all depended on whether or not kicking ghostie ass would impact that or not.

I pulled into the driveway of Junipero Serra Mission Academy-other wise known as my school and parked the car. The first thing that I noticed was that the kids were milling around in small clusters, which never happens unless there is some scandal. Seeing my best friend Rebecca I went over to her.

"Oh My God, Merce, did you hear?" without waiting for my reply she rushed on. "Father Dom died last night!"

That's when I stopped breathing for the second time in less then a week. "What are you talking about? Why, how could he be dead?"

"We don't know it was just sudden, the police are saying it could be murder but they don't know how because the doors were locked from the inside. It's terrible." Then suddenly looking more down then possible, "They said that Sister Ernestine is taking over for the time being."

All I had to say was why me God? Why? Maybe this sounds a little unconventional but as much as I felt sorry for poor Father Dom I felt sorrier for me. Sister Ernestine had been here when my Mother had gone to this Academy. Like my mother the good sister hated me as well. Maybe hate was to mild she detested me. Seriously she thought that I was Death himself is she only knew how close she was. As much as I thought these things I also thought of Father Dom. He was the first person to ever come close to my secret. He hadn't asked out right but I always got the feeling that when he called me to his office –and he did a lot, I'm sure people thought I was a bad kid, haha- that he was giving me advice on how to handle problem's particularly ghost problems. In some ways I thought he was my guardian angel as cheesy as that sounded.

I was driven out of these thoughts (funny how that kept happening) when the Sister herself came and ordered us into lines. It was going to be fun let me tell you. First she went on to talk about Father Dom then she told how she would have order, basically the normal drill sergeant crap. I tuned her out until.

"…. I need an older student volunteer to help clean out the poor Father's things."

That shook me up for some reason. I don't know why but I felt like I should help, like I HAD to help so naturally I raised my hand. Hey, I wanted to do my duty to make the world a better place but I was also curious. I couldn't help it Father Dom seemed to know an awful lot about me and for some reason I wanted to know how and why, which is how an hour later I was going through his things and finding more information then I ever cared to know about him. I also found out some interesting facts that I did want to know.

I was going through his stuff with Sister Margaret who kept sniffling which I can't blame her, Father Dom may have been old he was still attractive enough. After awhile I sent her out to "calm herself" while I continued cleaning out, which is when I made my way over to his desk. The top drawers held the usual desk items; blank papers, pens, pencils, etc. The middle draws held the usual as well but they held papers. Papers that were about student registration, registrations then that should have been in the secretary's office. Naturally I flipped through them after all I was going through his things. On the top was my name below it was my Mother's name then Paul Slater's file and below that was a file on my Father. So I started reading and I read some more and more.

I couldn't believe it. I couldn't freaking believe it! First my parents keep it a secret that I am a mediator (it said it in the files) then they keep it a secret that my father, YES MY FATHER, is a ghost! Or was a ghost, either way he was still a see through being. My darling Mother also failed to mention that she and the man she visited in the nice big rich house, was the equivalent of Satan and that she had a little hokey pokey going on with the equivalent of Satan. I didn't think it was possible but my life had gotten much, much worse that was of course until I had gotten over my initial shock and saw a letter addressed to me:

Dear Mercedes,

I know you are wondering why I have a letter addressed to you. I know by this time you have found out information concerning your Mother and Father. Do not be angry with them, my dear. They have just been trying to do what has been best for you. I know you have the gift and I know you have been using it. I have tried to guide you as I did your mother and other mediators before you. Unfortunately if you are reading this I shall have passed away to God's heavenly kingdom. It also means that they have succeeded which is why I am writing this to you. There is a man; he is half ghost, half human, he is a very dangerous man named Buboes. He is trying to kill mediators like yourself and your parents. The people who have died aren't just random people; there deaths are the product of this mans malice and evil. You are the only one who can stop him. That necklace on your neck wasn't just a small token of an admirer it was placed there to protect you, to protect the ones you love. You alone can stop this, regardless of what your parents have told you or have not told you, Mercedes TRUST THEM. They can help you along with the boy.

My best wishes are with you

Sincerely,

Father Dom

I couldn't believe it, my world had truly come crashing down and it kept going. I tucked the papers into my knapsack saying a silent prayer I had thought to bring it. Rushing out I almost ran into Sister Margaret, muttering about class I rushed out of the wing and out into the courtyard. It was near lunch so I settled down on a bench to wait. In the last week I found out that I was a mediator and that I now had to stop some evil psycho from destroying my life. The school year was turning out just as I had planned, exactly how I had planned, I thought sarcastically.

"So how is the mediator doing? Huh?" a voice said behind me.

Looking up I saw it was Ian looking cuter as ever. "I don't know what you're talking about," I said rudely, good Merce, good, way to keep the conversation going.

"Hey no need to be touché about it. I think it's sort of cool, kind of sets us apart from the wannabe freaks to being the actual freaks. Of course we also look mighty good for being freaks."

"If this is your idea of fun, you have a very strange sense of humor," I retorted.

"What? Please tell me I did not just offend you with calling both of us "cool freaks" which we are, and calling people like that," he said pointing at a guy with green and purple hair, "wannabe freaks. We were gifted by God or whomever you worship so obviously we must be special."

I burst out laughing, I'm sorry I couldn't help it. He may be gorgeous but he also had an ego-complex. "Then I think I'll just leave you with YOUR little gift. I on the other hand don't think of it like that, now if you'll excuse me I have to go wash my hair." Once again very, very smooth Merce but then what was I suppose to say?

As I went to afternoon classes I had two with Ian and I found myself staring at him I couldn't help it. For a guy who was pretty damn arrogant and for all his talk about freaks he wasn't mean to anyone but then again he wasn't very polite either. As I got in my car I looked over and saw a group of girls next to his car trying to impress him. For a moment I got a sensation in my stomach that intensified when our eyes locked for a moment, breaking away I hoped into my car and drove off. As I drove off, a thought fleeted into my mind, which I brushed off. Ian couldn't be the boy Father Dom had been talking about. He just couldn't be.

I pushed the thought aside as I drove into my driveway and parked. I had homework to do and then I was going to meet Rebecca and a group of friends for a beginning of the school party. I also wanted to talk to my Mother I didn't know what I would say but I knew it was about time that we talked, that was when I saw the door was wide open. Running up the stairs I ran into the house. It was a mess, furniture was everywhere and my Mom was nowhere to be found.