Chapter 3
Melinda decided to go to the farthest point first. Brownlee High, on the Indian reserve. She walked into the school and straight to the reception desk. "Hi" she smiled sweetly to the middle aged receptionist.
"Hello, and who might you be?"
"Well I'm Melinda Gordon and I was wondering if Jasper Brandon goes to this school"
The secretary typed his name into the student ID finder. "Nope, you might check Grandview High; it's the only other high school near"
"I think I will and thank you" Melinda sighed leaving. So she'd come here for nothing and wasted gas. Grandview High School was the school Melinda had attended when she was a teenager. Her memories of that school weren't so pleasant; she'd been made fun of a lot, for claiming to be able to talk to ghosts. No one had believed her, and she had also been Goth, something no one expected of Melinda nowadays. As she walked through the double glass doors of the building Salem was suddenly with her. Her raven hair was away from her face and Melinda could see the girls' naturally pretty golden red face and her big blackish brown eyes. "Uhem" someone nearby cleared their throat, Melinda swung around and seen that she'd walked right past the secretary.
"Oh sorry, they've changed the school since I went here" Melinda laughed in a friendly way.
"Yeah, yeah, now just who are you?" the secretary questioned pulling her elastic tighter around her auburn hair.
"Oh, I'm Melinda Gordon, and I was just wondering if a student by the name of Jasper Brandon went to this school?"
"I am not allowed to give you that information unless you're a parent or sibling"
"Oh, well, I'll just go then" Melinda sighed in frustration and sat on a bench outside the school. It was 3:00 o'clock, only thirty minutes before school ended for the day. Finally students began leaving the building, Melinda looked around, and she went up to a nerdy looking boy with blonde hair and blue eyes. "Um hi, do you know a Jasper Brandon?"
"He's right over there" the nerd said pointing a finger towards a lone boy walking away from the other students.
"Oh thanks" Melinda smiled and quickly jogged until she was about ten feet behind Jasper. He was tall and his skin was as white as bone, he had wavy ebony hair down to just above his shoulders and wore all black attire. One of the Goth's. "Um hello" Melinda called; the boy stopped and looked at her with captivating green eyes.
"Yes?" he asked in a stately manner, pushing a strand of his silky black hair behind his ear. "What is it that you'd like?"
"Well, I'm Melinda Gordon, a friend of Salem Redstone's and I heard that you were friends."
"Yes?" Jasper questioned furrowing his almost too perfect brow. "Go on"
"Well, umm, okay this is going to sound crazy but do you believe in ghosts?" Melinda asked, cringing slightly.
Jasper's eyebrows shot upwards now, and his stone white lips tinged rosy red formed a straight line, his emerald eyes were wide. "Yes" he said flatly, his stare penetrating Melinda.
"Well, I can see ghosts okay, and I've seen Salem's. She says it's your fault that she's dead and well I want to do all I can so she can cross over. And that includes you doing some explaining." Melinda explained quickly, but Jasper caught every slurred word.
"Explaining" he pondered "Alright, I'll start from the beginning, when we first met..."