It was the start of the spring term. I wanted to go back to school. Not because I missed the never-ending thrills of quantum physics and algebraic equations, but because I thought it was time I showed my face in a classroom. I woke up early in the morning and took a bath; the morning was crisp and fresh. I thought I'd go casual so I slipped into my coral coloured long length tee with short puff sleeves teamed with my fitted jeans and my brand new dolly shoes. Feeling fresh, I looked in the mirror, I had lost weight. My cheekbones were clearer and my stomach and thighs had definitely gone slimmer, my clothes fitted me perfectly. I wore my hair in a pony with some of my loose silky curls let out. My dad dropped me off at the Junipero Serra Mission Academy and informed the Sister that I was the new girl they'd been expecting. The morning sun gleamed making my light brown skin glow against my coral tee in its light. They sure took pride in their clothes, as we stood outside for assembly I noticed that all the girls were dressed in designers and figure hugging outfits. I stood on my own, feeling out of place.
"Will Sky... er Xiomara Castel please come to the Principle's office before first period" Sister Ernestine announced from the front, her amplified voice echoing through the whole front ground of the school. There was some muffled chatter as a few people pulled confused faces. The Principle, he was the one who the ghost in my bedroom told me I had to see. He could supposedly see the dead like me. Oh and about the ghost in my bedroom, I would never say that I'm sympathetic towards ghosts but, he's been living in there for over one hundred and fifty years whereas I haven't been there 150 hours, I can't kick him out. So, this morning I had to get changed in the bathroom. I walked past the nurtured inner courtyard to the Principle's office. I knocked on the door.
"Yes. Come in…" The voice answered so I stepped inside. Wow, this guy's office was huge and Victorian styled, with big books adorning the bookshelves, oh and, he was a Priest. I just sat down to take a seat when the ghost materialized out of nowhere. Father Dominic twitched a little. That wasn't enough for me to ask him if he could see the ghost just like I could. The ghost walked closer to the desk until he was standing behind me.
"Welcome to the Junipero Serra Mission Academy!" he said in a warm deep voice.
"Go on, tell him" the ghost behind me said, "He's a mediator too". I smiled ignoring the ghost guy, all the time trying to crack whether or not he could see the dead. Father Dominic looked uneasy with the ghost's comment, then, he broke. He dashed a glance over my shoulder, it only lasted the twinkling of an eye but it was all I needed. I smiled,
"Father Dominic you can see him can't you? The ghost standing behind me? You can see him". To put it lightly, Father Dominic hand to clutch onto his mahogany desk to stop himself from falling off his grand chair.
I was leaning against one of the stone pillars outside of the breezeway. It was close to the end of first period so there was no point in going to class. Father Dominic told me that I needed to meet two people that day. I leaned against the cooling stone thinking about how this is the weirdest day of my school life. The bell for second period was going to go soon. I rested my head back onto the pillar, just then the ghost from my bedroom materialized. He hadn't startled me, nothing surprises me anymore. The light from the sun shone down on him making him shimmer just like the first day I'd seen him. I winced, protecting my eyes from the sheer radiance. I think he could see that my eyes hurt so he moved into the shade under the beautiful stone roof held up by the pillar. Silence. The cool wind which blew through my hair was the only sound.
"I'm sorry, but I never got your name..." he said breaking the silence.
"Sky. Sky Castel" I breathed. He looked up to the sky. The wispy clouds flying gracefully as the sparkling sun smiled down. The sky was beautiful.
"Sky…" he tasted the word in a silky, smooth voice as he gazed at the sky. He finally tore his gaze and turned his liquid, mysterious eyes to me. I hadn't noticed until then but I was slightly smiling. I abruptly broke out of my smile,
"I forgot your name" I said softly, it was almost a whisper.
"Jesse, Jesse De Silva". He said, one again making me listen to his every word just to hear the sound of his voice. We both stood for a moment, looking at each other, and then I smiled, making him smile a brilliant, white smile.
"Well," I said, "nice to meet you Mr. De Silva". I smirked. He laughed at this and matched my sentence with,
"Pleasure to meet you, Miss. Castel". I laughed, I guess this little tête-à-tête meant that we were now friends, and I know that I said I eat ghosts for breakfast, but Jes- I mean this ghost, was different.
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