A/N: Hello all! Hopefully this story is enjoyed. It was sort of just a random idea, so it may not be 100 amazing, but I will try to make it better and better each chapter. Oh, and in this, Susannah lives in California originally. Just letting you know… Please review and be nice. Thankyouuuuuu!

Disclaimer: I do not own the Mediator series. Although continuous wishes, I still do not. It all belongs to the great Meg Cabot. I just came up with the events in this story, and new characters.

Switched Roles

Chapter 1

I never believed in ghosts. I mean, hearing all of those ghost stories and those haunted house things just never freaked me out. Despite continuous warnings from my Grandmother – "Susannah, dear. Believe." and my friends telling me that I should believe in ghosts – I never did. I guess that was just how I was, and I thought that nothing could change that.

But, of course, something did.

I can't remember exactly how it happened, it happened extremely fast. I was just driving down the road in my brand new BMW that my dad let me drive for the first time by myself. I was on the way to pick up my best friend Gina and go to the mall and grab a frozen yogurt. It was like tradition of us to do that, but usually we had to bike. It was really surreal that finally I could drive, never mind with such a nice car! Although I had to pitch in a bit of my birthday money, I didn't mind. But anyways, I guess I'll continue my ever-so-exciting story. I was driving along the road, carelessly humming along to some random Justin Timberlake song, when this big truck comes right out of nowhere! Basically, it was going the opposite way I was, but he swerved out of the way to miss some stupid little kid walking across the damn road. So, the truck slams into me right on my side of the car and bam. I'm here. I really thought that I was just asleep, or in a coma or whatever. I was thinking that, until I realised that I was walking back up the road that I had just crashed on, to my house.

"This is strange." I remembered thinking. There were ambulances everywhere back at my car, and I kept trying to wave at them and gesture thumbs up. I wanted to get home and tell my dad the news before he and my mom heard from the cops. But, the medics just ignored me. I don't know what they were trying to find in that car, because I was right here. You would think medics would be smarter.

And then it hit me.

I was dead. I was walking up the street, invisible to all eyes except for mine. I immediately felt tears well up in my eyes. How could that have happened! What are the chances of the one time I drive alone; I get nailed by a freakin' truck? I began jogging back to my house, eventually turning into a sprint.

Surely this couldn't be happening.

But it was. And, eventually it just sunk in. I was dead, and I could see everybody around me still. I had thought that if I died, it'd just be black or whatever. But it wasn't. I had to go through seeing my parent's cry, Gina come over to my house and drop off flowers, and various other people showing sympathy.

"I'm right here!" I tried screaming at my parent's one time. It just got me horribly frustrated. After what seemed like days, my parent's began to pack up boxes in our house. They packed up my room last, and it was almost unbearable to watch. They were moving out. I guess the memories of me were too much for them. But it was heartbreaking for me.

So, a few months later, I was still around. And here I am, sitting on my empty bedroom floor, thinking back to the good old times. The times where I could talk to my parents and Gina. When I could bike to the mall and get frozen yogurt. I miss those times, you know? All of a sudden, I heard people talking downstairs, and then footsteps creaking on each step as they came up.

I froze.

The talking became louder and louder, until four people appeared in the door frame of my room.

"Here's the first bedroom!" A lady in a fancy dress explained, stepping into my room with her high heels on. Those are so not good for hard-wood floors.

"Mom, Dad? I like it here." A boy's voice said from behind a women and a man. He stepped out from behind them, and I nearly had a heart-attack. Well, if that was possible, I mean. He was gorgeous. He was tall, with dark hair and the most amazing features I had ever seen. He looked around the room with a grin on his face.

"Do you now, Jesse?" The women asked curiously, she too glancing around the room. He just nodded his head, as he walked towards my closet and peered inside.

"Lots of room in here!" He said, his voice muffled. The adults laughed in a very business like way, and then walked out of the room.

"Here's the master bedroom." I heard what appeared to be the Saleswomen say. Jesse finally got his head out of my closet, and glanced out the window. I was sitting just under it. He looked down, admiring the floors.

And then he looked at me. My eyes widened as his mouth dropped open, and he turned pale.

"W-W-Who are you!" He said quietly. This would so be my reaction if I saw a ghost in my potential room. Actually, I was sort of in shock myself. This gorgeous, dreamy, perfect boy could see me!

"I used to live here." I said smoothly. I didn't want to scare him away.

"What the hell!" He said, louder this time. He stepped back a few feet.

"Am I dreaming?" He asked, gulping. I shook my head.

It sort of ended abruptly, but if I get good reviews I shall continue. Let's just say that it is going to get really juicy. R&R!