The Mediator : Showtime

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(A/N: Hey! WHATSUP? Lolz. Just felt like getting that out.

Please forgive me if I don't talk much. The past five chapters including this one were written in Chicago. I'm still jetlagged… so you know. I'm writing this at like… 5 something in the morning. Lolz. Today is…. June 26, 2005. I'm thirteen hours behind Hong Kong. Err.

It's currently 7:33 pm in Hong Kong. So you understand why I'm not sleepy at all. XD

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Little Tinkerbell Girl: ooh.. I wouldn't call it 'love' just yet. grins goofily

Spaz: hey! Sorry, no, you will not find out her little 'situation' just yet.. it's not the 'right time'. A little more into the story and maybe I might drop a couple more hints… wink wink nudge nudge

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One last thing. This seems like a very very long story. I swear. By chapter 8, it's only her first day in Carmel. Soz. Ahahaha.

Alright. Here's the chapter.)

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This chapter is dedicated to Karen Chiu. Karen, thank you for being there for me for the past two years. Thank you for helping me with my homework, Harry Potter crap, and all that stuff. But most of all, thank you for being my friend. May you get Principal's Award for every term next year. I'm sorry for leaving so soon after we've just gotten to know each other. I will always remember you.

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Chapter 9

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Suze's POV

We pulled up into the car park of my new school. Junipero Serra Mission Academy or something like that. Mom and I walked into the office but not before telling Dopey I'd see him later. I was unfortunate enough to be in most of his classes. I can't believe I'm saying this, but thank God for Trigonometry and French.

We walked past a large statue that I presumed was Father Serra. When we entered the school's office, we were told to wait by the secretary and that the principal would come out soon. So we both took seats by the wall. I looked around and noticed a huge statue of Jesus Christ.

Another boy was sitting across from us and must have noticed my gaze because he said, "It's kind of menacing isn't it?"

I looked up startled, and nodded. He grinned.

"It's said that he'd weep tears of blood if any girl graduates from here a virgin. I should know," he whispered conspirationally. "A girl graduated from here last year. She walked past the statue when she graduated and it did weep blood," he continued, his eyes shifting around the room as if telling a secret. I couldn't help but laugh.

"What's your name?" he asked, still grinning.

"Suze Simon. Yours?"

"McTavish. Adam McTavish," he said in a funny and failed attempt to sound like James Bond. I grinned back at him.

"Ms Simon?" I heard a voice say. I turned my head around and a good-looking priest stood there. I mean, I wasn't into him or anything, but he did look like he broke a whole lot of hearts back when he was younger. With his white, white hair and sky blue eyes, I didn't doubt that for a moment.

"Yes?" My mom stood up and motioned for me to, too.

The priest smiled serenely. "I am Father Dominic, principal. Welcome to the Mission Academy."

"Thanks," I replied. He gestured to his office.

"Come in and sit down." He turned and noticed Adam sitting there by the opposite wall.

"Adam? So early in the year?" he asked, his eyebrows crinkled in a half frown.

"What can I say?" he replied. "The broad is feeling pretty grumpy today."

"Kindly do not refer to Sister Ernestine as a broad, Adam. I'll see you after I'm done with Susannah." He turned and we entered his office.

Small and quaint, I thought it was perfect for him. Well, for a priest who doesn't mind being a principal.

"Thank you, Father Dominic, for letting Suze attend the school halfway through the year," I heard my mom say. I was busy making sure my black leather mini-skirt wouldn't hike up. I was wearing a black and purple sweater set and my Batgirl lace-up boots. I didn't know what the dress code rules were here, but I was glad that they had just changed their uniform-only rule to casual clothes.

I sat down and nodded politely while Father Dominic went through all the normal school rules. No smoking, no drugs, tardiness is not tolerated, don't skip classes too much, etc.

When he was done, he stood up and told my mom, "Mrs. Ackerman? I will show Susannah to her locker and homeroom now."

My mom stood up and I followed her. She hugged me and whispered, "Now be good."

"Aren't I always?" I replied. She smiled, hugged me again, and left.

"Come, Susannah," Father Dominic told me, and walked out.

"Adam, I'll be right back," he told him and walked out with me, but not before Adam winked at me. I smiled back.

I usually was not 'crush-worthy' as some of the girls back home might say. Not a lot of guys were interested in me. But I guess it might be different here in Carmel-by-the-Sea.

Father Dominic glanced at me and my attire and said, "Susannah, we usually do not allow students to wear short skirts such as what you are wearing, but since it's your first day, I'll make an exception."

I immediately liked the old priest more. My principal at home would have just given me a month of detention and sent me home to change.

We walked down a large breezeway where I saw some tourists wandering around and snapping pictures. I was a bit startled. No one ever said anything about the Mission being a tourist attraction.

Father Dominic must have seen my gaze because he said proudly, "Yes, Susannah, the Mission is one of the most visited attractions in Carmel. More than a thousand tourists a year."

As we continued down the breezeway, he rambled on about the Mission's history and why it was an attraction till we got to a really long line of lockers.

"Here we are," Father Dominic said and walked up to a locker. I was busy looking down at a slip of paper he had just handed to me. Locker number 249 and my locker combination was 08–49–20. I looked up just in time to stop before I collided into someone who was leaning against my locker door.

But this certain someone was not just any normal person. And I was quite reluctant to touch or talk to him.

Because this person was of the ghostly variety.

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(A/N: OMG! So sorry Karen that this was such a boring chapter! I should give you a different chapter… WAAAAAH!

Very, VERY slight cliffie. So yes.

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