Chapter twenty-two
Dea was in her room, crying in her sleep.
It wasn't until 30 minutes later she felt a sudden chill down her back.
"Strange. The windows are not open." Dea said.
Dea suddenly saw Marty sitting in a stool next to the window.
Dea rubbed her eyes.
"I must be seeing things." She said.
She looked around.
Then, Marty appeared out of nowhere.
She was standing on Dea's bed.
"Boo." She said.
Marty scared Dea so hard that Dea screamed really loud, and she jumped out of bed.
The others rushed into her room.
"What's wrong?" Eddy said.
The others helped Dea up from the ground.
Remember, she's fat.
"Nothing." Dea said.
"I thought I saw Marty, but I guess I was wro…"
"Oh…my sweet little Jesus." Amy muttered.
They saw Marty floating in the air.
"What, have you ever seen a 15-year-old ghost before?" She asked.
Dea fainted.
Dea opened her eyes 10 minutes later.
The others helped her up.
"What happened?" Dea asked.
"Oh, you fainted because you saw ghost." Eddy said in a lifeless tone.
"But I did saw a ghost!" Dea said.
"It was Marty!"
"Yeah, right!" Eddy said.
"If I were Marty, I would be like this."
Eddy, in Marty's voice, said, "I love shopping! Don't you? Hey, Double Dee is such a hottie! Have you seen the way he dressed?"
"Eddy…" Dea said.
"No, I'm just getting to the good part!" Eddy said.
"I think pickles are nasty! I mean, they taste like dead pigs!"
Everyone was sliding their fingers across their necks to tell Eddy to cut it out.
"Marty is a lanky, pickle hating, shopaholic who loves Sockhead head to toe."
Marty was right behind Eddy.
The others were shaking their heads.
"I take it that she's a ghost, and that she's right behind me, right?" Eddy asked.
The others nodded their heads.
Eddy turned around.
She saw Marty standing behind him.
"Marty? You're dead!" Eddy said.
"How could this be possible?" Amy asked.
"Marty's a ghost to take over the planet as we know it!" Ed said.
"You read too many comic books, Ed." Double Dee said.
"See? I told you Marty was here!" Dea said.
"So, Marty…" Eddy was laughing nervously.
"How long have you been standing there?" Eddy asked quickly.
"Long enough to knock your face in." Marty said.
"First off, I do not talk like that, and two, I like pickles now."
Marty was holding a jar of pickles.
"I went to heaven. They're called heaven pickles." She said.
"Guys want to go to the living room?" Amy asked.
"Sure." Marty said.
She was the one to get into the living room first.
She's a ghost, and she can fly.
"What happened?" Dea asked.
They were in the living room.
The fireplace was roaring.
"Well, here's how it started." Marty began.
"I was the end of my shift at the restaurant I was working in New Zealand.
I was outside of the restaurant.
I was on the road.
I wasn't looking both ways before crossing, because when I was halfway across the road, I saw a car coming in my direction!
I just stood there like a fool, and I got hit by the car.
I was carried to the hospital, but I couldn't make it.
My last words were, 'Tell my friends in America that I loved them very much.'
Then, I closed my eyes, and I knew this was the end.
Then, I drew my last breath, and that was it…dark.
Next thing I know, I was in peach creek, flying.
I knew I was a ghost because I saw my coffin when I was flying to see you guys."
"Wow." Dea said.
"Hey, Christmas is today. Let's make dinner, and wrap presents for each other."
"Yeah, let's do it!" Eddy said.
Everyone went to the store, and Dea was cooking Christmas dinner.
Three more chapters until the end of the story! Please R&R!
