Disclaimer: I don't own Shadow Falls but a girl can dream right?

Kylie's P.O.V.

Holiday opened the book slowly took a deep breath and then began to read.

"Chapter One

"This isn't funny!" her father yelled."

"What isn't funny?" Perry asked. Uh-Oh I know where this book is starting although that shouldn't be surprising since it is my point of view this moment in my life makes me want to laugh and cry at the same time, for this was the beginning of the end of life as I had once known it.

"Why don't you shut up and listen so that we can find out? Della asked.

"No, it wasn't, Kylie Galen thought as she leaned into the refrigerator to find something to drink. In fact, it was so not funny she wished she could crawl in beside the mustard and moldy hot dogs, shut the door, and not hear the angry voices spewing from the living room. Crawl inside mustard and moldy hot dogs? What are you thinking?" Holiday asked.

"Like you haven't had questionable thoughts cross your mind before?" I muttered as I tucked my head into Lucas' shoulder to prevent them from seeing my blush and Lucas's arm instinctively wrapped around me.

"Her parents were at it again.

Not that it would go on much longer, she thought as the mist of the fridge seeped out the door.

Today was the day."

"What the heck dose she mean the day?" Perry asked.

"Shut up Perry I am serious you are just being plain annoying!" Burrnet replied.

Kylie's throat tightened. She swallowed a lump of raw emotion and refused to cry.

Today had to be the suckiest that isn't a word dear day of her life. And she'd had some pretty sucky days lately, too. Acquiring a stalker, Trey breaking up with her,"

"and her parents announcing their divorce—yup, sucky pretty much covered it. It was no wonder her night terrors had returned full force."

"What do you mean night terrors?" Derek asked. I simply shook my head to indicate that now really wasn't a good time he would find out soon enough anyway.

"Their night mares just worse and way louder," Miranda said simply. I laughed at the louder comment.

"What have you done with my underwear?" Her father's growl spil ed into the kitchen, snuck under the refrigerator door, and bounced around the hot dogs."

"His underwear?" Lucas said confused.

"You heard the book wolfy,"Della said and then she rolled her eyes.

"Don't call me that," Lucas said. Which was stupid on his part if you tell Della what annoys you she will purposely do so.

"Why not Wolfy?" Della said. I knew it!

His underwear? Kylie pressed a cold diet soda can to her forehead.

"They even think like a couple!" Miranda said. I just shook my head.

"Why would I do anything with your underwear?" her mother asked in her oh-so-nonchalant voice. That was her mom alright, nonchalant. Cold as ice.

Kylie's gaze shot out the kitchen window to the patio where she'd seen her mom earlier. There, a pair of her dad's tighty-whities dangled half out of the smoldering grill."

Everyone in the circle burst out laughing myself included. It may not have been funny then but now I couldn't stop. Funny how time changes our point of views isn't it.

"I like your mom," Perry said trying to control his laughter.

"Just great. Her mother had barbecued her father's shorts. That's it. Kylie was never eating anything cooked on that grill again. I couldn't say I blamed you on that one," Holiday said interrupting herself again.

"Fighting tears, she shoved the diet soda back on the rack, shut the fridge, and moved into the doorway. Maybe if they saw her, they'd stop acting like juveniles and let her be the kid again. Oh honey I am sure they didn't mean for you to feel that way," Holiday said comfortingly.

"I know that now but at the time it had really hurt," I admitted not only to my friends but to myself.

"Her dad stood in the middle of the room, a pair of underwear clutched in his fist. Her mom sat on the sofa, calmly sipping hot tea.

"You need psychological help," her father yelled at her mom.

Two points for her dad, Kylie thought. Her mom did need help. So why was Kylie the one who had to sit on a shrink's sofa two days a week?

Why was her dad—the man everyone swore Kylie had wrapped around her little finger—going to move out today and leave her behind?

She didn't blame her dad for wanting to leave her mom, aka the Ice Queen. But why wasn't he taking Kylie with him? Another lump rose in her throat."

"That is a good question," Burrnet said.

"You will find your answer soon enough," I said.

"Dad swung around and saw her, then shot back into the bedroom, obviously to pack the rest of his things—minus his underwear, which at this moment sent up smoke signals from the backyard grill.

Kylie stood there, staring at her mom, who sat reading over work files as if it were any other day.

The framed photographs of Kylie and her father that hung over the sofa caught her attention and tears stung her eyes. The pictures had been taken on their annual father and daughter trips.

"You've got to do something," Kylie pleaded.

"Do what?" her mom asked.

"Change his mind. Tell him you're sorry you grilled his shorts." That you're sorry you've got ice water running through your veins. "I don't give a flip what you do, just don't let him go."

"You don't understand." And just like that, her mom, void of any emotion, shifted her attention back to her papers.

Right then, her dad, suitcase in his hand, shot through the living room. Kylie went after him and followed him out the door into Houston's stifling afternoon heat."

"Now he would never be able to get away since you have super speed," Miranda tried to lighten the mood things had grown awquard no one wanting to interrupt book me as if they were worried it would affect me or upset current me.

""Take me with you," she begged, not caring if he saw her tears. Maybe the tears would help. There'd been a time when crying got her whatever she wanted from him. "I don't eat much," she sniffled, giving humor a shot."

"You say that as if your some anorectic," Della commented and we all laughed even though I could feel tears threatening to come forward as I remembered my desperation at the time. The laughs though as they chorused together were still a little off as if everyone were on edge.

"He shook his head but, unlike her mom, at least he had emotion in his eyes. "You don't understand."

You don't understand. "Why do y'all always say that? I'm sixteen years old. If I don't understand, then explain it to me. Tell me the big secret and get it over with.""

"I'm cheating on your mom," I whispered.

Lucas jumped. "Wait you are what?" he asked and I laughed genuinely this time and so did Della since she could hear me.

"Not me that was what I 'didn't understand'" I said and then he laughed to I could see the relief on his faced as he pulled me to sit on his lap.

"He stared down at his feet as if this were a test and he'd penned the answers on the toes of his shoes. Sighing, he looked up. "Your mom … she needs you."

"Needs me? Are you kidding? She doesn't even want me." And neither do you. The realization caused Kylie's breath to catch in her lungs. He really didn't want her."

"No he was too cowardly to admit the truth," Lucas whispered to me.

"Am I missing something?" Burrnet asked and Perry looked like he agreed.

"She wiped a tear from her cheek and that's when she saw him again. Not her dad, but Soldier Dude, aka her very own stalker."

"Who?" Burrnet asked.

"My first ghost," I said calmly.

"OH shit! It never occurred to me that your point of view would include your ghosts," Miranda said and then shivered as if she were in an ice box.

Standing across the street, he wore the same army duds as before. He looked as if he'd just walked out of one of those Gulf War movies her mom loved. Only instead of shooting at things or being blown up, he stood frozen in one spot and stared right at Kylie with sad, yet very scary eyes.

She'd noticed him stalking her a few weeks ago. He'd never spoken to her and she hadn't spoken to him. But the day she pointed him out to her mom, and Mom hadn't seen him … well, that's when Kylie's world slid off its axis. Her mom thought she was making it up to get attention, or worse. With the worse being that Kylie was losing her grip on reality. Sure, the night terrors that had tormented her when she was a kid had returned, worse than ever. Her mom said the shrink could help her work through them, but how could she do that when Kylie didn't even remember them? She only knew they were bad.

Bad enough to have her wake up screaming.

"Can't blame her for trying whenever you wake up like that you wake up our whole cabin and if that was happening nightly I would try anything to make you shut up," Della said sympathising with my mom who was in a book dose she not get how crazy she looks?

"You can say that twice," my other room mate agreed.

"Kylie wanted to scream now. Wanted to scream for her dad to turn around and look—to prove that she hadn't lost her mind. At the very least, maybe if her dad actually saw her stalker, her parents would let her off from seeing the shrink. It wasn't fair.

But life wasn't fair, as her mom had reminded her more than once.

Nevertheless, when Kylie looked back, he was gone. Not Soldier Dude, but her dad. She turned toward the driveway and saw him shoving his suitcase in the backseat of his red convertible Mustang. Mom had never liked that car, but Dad loved it.

Kylie ran to the car. "I'll make Grandma talk to Mom. She'll fix…" No sooner had the words escaped Kylie's lips than she remembered the other major sucky event she'd had plopped into her life."

"What?" Miranda asked confused.

She couldn't run to Grandma to fix her problems anymore. Because Grandma was dead. Gone. The vision of Nana lying cold in the casket fil ed Kylie's head and another lump crawled up her throat.

No one said anything Lucas just hugged her tighter to him. I was grateful it helped remind me that this was my new home.

Her dad's expression morphed into parental concern, the same look that had landed Kylie at the shrink's office three weeks ago.

"I'm fine. I just forgot." Because remembering hurt too much. She felt a lone tear rol down her cheek.

Dad moved in and hugged her. The embrace lasted even longer than his usual hugs, but it ended too soon. How could she let him go? How could he leave her?

His arm dropped from around her and he physically set her back. "I'm just a phone cal away, Pumpkin."

Swiping at her tears, hating her watery weakness, she watched her dad's red convertible get smaller as it buzzed down the street. Wanting to be alone in her room, she started to run inside. Then she remembered and looked back across the street to see if Soldier Dude had pulled his usual disappearing act.

"You make it sound like a Saturday night special magic trick," Perry said.

"Talking to ghosts is magic," I said trying my best to sound mysterious. Lucas looked at me and raised an eyebrow. "Oh I know you envy my ability," I teased and then he made a face of mock horror even though I know he would still never want to share my 'talents'.

Nope. He was stil there, staring, stalking. Scaring the bejeebies out of her and making her angry at the same time. He was the reason she had to see a shrink.

Then Mrs. Baker, her elderly neighbor, toddled out to get her mail. She smiled at Kylie but not once did the old librarian glance at Soldier Dude taking up residence on her front lawn, even when he stood less than two feet from her.

Weird.

"Thank goodness for that do you want everyone to be able to see ghosts?" Derek asked.

"Oh you would love that," I said smiling at them remembering how much my 'gift' continued creep them all out I heard Holiday chuckle at that one I could only imagine the work that would have to be done to help everyone here at camp except having a gift like that.

So weird it sent an unnatural chill tiptoeing down Kylie's spine, the same kind of chil Kylie had gotten at Nana's funeral.

What the hell was going on?

"So you knew you were different why didn't you just except it at camp then?" Derek asked. Funny he was the one confused when he almost always understood everyone.

"Well it's weird I know I just thought that you know I had to be insane. I believed that it were possible I just didn't believe I was one of you," I said slightly confusing myself.

"No I understand I didn't believe what I was until I started craving blood," Della joked.

"I understand what you mean it's just that well, I never had to go through that in a family full of witch's," Miranda said.

"Can I read next ?" Della asked. She reached over and took the book.

"That sounds great but how about we take a break for some quick breakfast first?" Holiday asks getting up and stretching her legs.

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