Hey everyone! Okaies, some peeps are a bit confuzzled, so we're gonna explain.
Jesse is taking Suze's character, so ie, he doesn't like helping the dead, he thinks its a pain up the bum, and Suze is taking Jesse's character and is very prim and posh.
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Chapter 4
I spun around.
"You know what?" I asked my Dad casually. "It was nothing. I just... saw a bug."
"A bug," repeated Kelly, flatly. "Aw, ickle Jesse afraid of old buildings and
bugs?"
"No," I snapped. My dad placed a hand on my shoulder warningly.
"Jesse," he hissed in my ear.
"Its just... what's with the legs?" I continued conversationally.
"Whatever," replied Kelly, stomping out of the room, muttering, "He gets the
best room and he's worrying about bugs, geez.."
My dad turned to me. "What was that?" he said. "You're my son, you squish the
little suckers, and don't just stand there going 'ooh'."
I shrugged.
"What can I say?" I said conversationally. "The things give me the creeps.
Anyways, go spend quality time with your wife. You're married, don't forget!"
I spun my dad around and walked him out of the door.
"Buh-bye," I said and waved. Then shut the door.
I turned to the girl on my window seat.
"OK. Who the hell are you?"
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To say that this chick was surprised to be addressed in such a manner would be
an understatement. She actually turned around to see if I was talking to her.
"Yeah, you," I said, straddling the chair to my desk. "What's your deal? How
long ago did you kick the bucket?"
"Excuse me?" she asked softly. Her voice almost sounded rusty from misuse.
"Don't address me like that. I am Lady Susannah! Don't you know who I am?"
"I couldn't give a damn who you are," I said, shortly. I didn't care that I was
being rude. I wanted her out of my perfect room! "Just get out of my room!"
"Its been my room longer than it has yours," she retorted. "Its been mine ever
since my manor burned down and this boarding house replaced it. I have a right
to this room."
"You would," I said quietly. "If you weren't dead."
'Lady Susannah' smiled sarcastically. "I think I realise that I'm dead, sir,"
she said.
I snorted. "Sir? Thats a new one."
"Its how civilised people address each other in my day," she replied simply.
"I guess I'm not civilised then," I said.
"Oh I think you are." Susannah hopped off her -my - window seat. "I've seen how
you act with your sister-"
"Step-sister," I growled.
"Of course." Susannah met my gaze.
"And I only act nice to her because I have to. But I face no obligation to be
nice to you."
"I'm royalty!" she declared. "I was engaged to Antonio Latirini!"
"And I'm King of England," I added scornfully. "Get out, Your Highness."
"You'll address me as your Ladyship," she hissed, pointing a finger at me and
approaching me at a dangerous speed. "OK?"
I grabbed hold of her finger and threw it back at her. "No," I said. "Its not.
Get. Out."
Lady Susannah gasped and clutched her finger. With one disgusted glance in my
direction, she disappeared.
I sighed and sank onto my new bed. OK, so not how I meant to handle things. But,
as a mediator, I'd learnt awhile ago that some ghosts... just need a kick up the
ass.