Disclaimer: I. Do not. And. Will not ever. Own. TDI. Or. The book. A Christmas Carol.

Happy Boxing day everyone! Sorry I couldn't get this story done in time for Christmas but I'm a slow typer and an even slower thinker. Slightly exaggerating.

When she woke up again, it was morning. She got up, yawned, and tiptoed out of her room, careful as to not disturb her mother, who was still asleep. After getting dressed and fixed in the bathroom, she went into the living room, bracing herself for what might be there.

She opened her eyes. Among the countless decorations her brother set out, with the tree and the stockings, a orange haired girl dressed in green was gorging herself with the cookies and chocolate. Heather almost didn't realize that it was a ghost.

"Haha!", the girl said as soon as she saw Heather. "You're finally awake! You don't know how long I've been waiting here. Like this one time, when I had to visit a girl in the hospital, but when I got there, she was in a coma, and I was soo bored so I started to freak out the guests! Oh, it was so much fun. Most fun I had in two thousand years! I got suspended for a month though. It was cool!" She said this so fast you could hardly understand it.

"Are you........another ghost?"

"You got that right, I'm the ghost of Christmas Present! You can call me Izzy! Now come on, there's no time to waste, let's go turn you into a better person!" Izzy grabbed Heather's wrist.

"Wait! Can't I prepare mysel- ahh!"

Both Heather and Izzy were sent back to last night, to a place Heather didn't recognize.

"Okay," Izzy began. "I did it! Now, watch!"

Heather did what she was told. She may not have recognized the place, but she knew the people here. Geoff, with his girlfriend Bridgette, and a few of their friends and relatives, were gathered round a table with plenty of food, and a Christmas tree.

"This party is awesome!" said Geoff, with his arm around Bridgette. "Whoohoo!"

"Yea, I agree," said DJ. "I'm glad I could make it."

They had begun to eat. There was turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, french fries, salads, and desserts. Heather took a quick survey of everyone she knew there. Geoff, Bridgette, DJ. There was Trent and his guitar. Courtney, Heather's competition in the election. Katie and Sadie. Leshawna, Lindsay, Owen, and Justin, all from her school.

"So what?" Heather asked. "You brought me here to see how much 'fun' they're all having?"

"Well that too," Izzy replied. "But wait."

The topic of talk around the table quickly turned to Heather.

"Wow, I really wish my sis could just learn to have some fun for a while and come to this party."

"That girl?" Leshawna asked. "She doesn't even know the word fun."

"Yeah, she's so crabby, even on Christmas. I tried to get her to donate some money to the animal shelter today. No such luck," DJ said.

"And she's mean!" Lindsay said. "I used to be her friend, and all she ever did was make me do stuff for her!"

"I agree", Courtney frowned. "She said I was the one who chopped off her hair back in 9th grade just so she could have a better chance of winning the election. I wasn't even here then! You have no idea how long it took to clear that one up."

"Naw, it's all good!" Geoff said, trying to lighten the mood. "Let's not be downers and enjoy the party!"

Within the mumbles of agreement, Heather was fuming.

"How dare they say that about me! Just because I need to bend the rules a bit....." her voice trailed off.

"You see?" Izzy asked, the smile now gone from her face. "They don't like you because of what you do. But they have fun anyway." She still spoke very fast. Izzy looked at the clock and smiled again. "Ok, we're done here! Onward!"

And they left the party for another one.

Again, Heather didn't know where she was, but this time, the people here were unfamiliar too, exept for one. Harold.

"Why are we at Harold's House?"

"There's a reason for everything! Now, pay attention."

Harold, a kid in a wheelchair, a woman, and a dog were sitting around the dining room table, smaller than the one at Geoff's party. A man came through the door.

"Hey everyone!" he said. Heather guessed the man must be Harold's dad. "Merry Christmas!"

"Merry Christmas dad," both Harold and the kid said.

He too sat down, and the woman, the mom, brought out the food. There wasn't much. Heather watched in awe as they sat cheerfully and ate, despite the mediocre living conditions.

After they were done, the mom announced that it was time for bed.

"I wanna stay to wait for Santa, eh," the kid said.

"Okay, we'll wait together 'Zeke," Harold promised. He and the dog joined him in front of the Christmas tree. They fell asleep in minutes. Harold remained awake, pushing the kid to his room.

When he returned, the mother and father were discussing something.

The dad sighed. "I just don't know how we're going to pay Ezekiel's hospital bill," he said. "We are already broke as it is. Harold, we're not going to make you, but you should think about finding a part time job."

Heather was shocked. Her family had always had plenty of money.

"There are some worse off than you too," Izzy said, frownig again. "But they had a good dinner."

"Yeah dad, I'll try, but Heather just makes me do a lot of work for her, you know? I just won't be able to find the time with her always telling me to help her with this, then with that. She's even got me working tomorrow!"

"So it's- it's my fault?" Heather asked.

"Well, you can't say that," replied Izzy. "It's just that you could be able to pay off those bills." she smiled again. "Well, our time here is done."

They returned to Heather's house.

"Okay, before I start nagging, you have anything to say?"

"So, those people really... hate me?"

"I wouldn't say that. They think you don't have much happiness left in you, and you have to destroy theirs in the process. What they also think is that you my friend, are capable of change."

"I guess...........I guess what I did to Harold wasn't really fair." Heather was starting to see now.

"Yeah, you're right it wasn't! Look, you know why already, with my friend Tyler, and now you know what. But what about this? Life is about being generous, and Harold is one of the more unfortunate ones. Instead of ruining it, or just doing nothing, why don't you help him and his brother? And I guess the animal shelter could use something too.....oh, like this one time, when I accidentally scared the donaters for this HUGE animal shelter, and they had to close it down because they're weren't enough funds, and they had to set all the animals loose and the dogs went around biting people! It was so funny, which is why the RCDMP is like, still all over my butt, hehe, I am so tottaly AWOL! (A/N: Yes I did borrow a line from TDI) Anyways Heather, you could think about giving to the less fortunate too. Hmm...I'll leave you to think about that, better go bye!"

A voice came from nowhere. "Izzy, we know you are down there! Surrender now or be dragged back to the other world!"

"You'll never get me alive!" Izzy screamed, and she too disappeared into thin air.

Heather was all alone. It was still daytime. If I'm right and a pattern is being followed, then I should be expecting the third ghost tonight. She checked around the house. She was home alone. That's strange. Where could my mom be on Christmas Day?

Heather sighed, walked over to the fireplace again, picked up her book to where she left off, and started to read, waiting for the arrival of the third ghost.

Ok, this will take 2 more days, maybe one. Anyways.........

Heather: Why must you always embarass me in your stories. This time was the whole "bald" thing.

Me: Yea, your point?

Heather: My POINT is that I don't like it when you reveal my secrets.

Me: But you got your head shaved on national television.

Heather: ...

Me: Finally! I win one of these things! I thought I was going crazy!

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