The girl noticed me looking at her; she tilted her head to the side and widened her eyes so that they were the size or golf balls. Her mouth slowly dropped into an 'O' shape, and started to pull on the colourful bands on her wrists.

"Miss?" I called, I had to speak to the girl…she was really beautiful, and I couldn't take my eyes off of her.

"Yes…um?"

"Fin DeSliva, can I go to the toilet?" I asked.

"Sure,"

I tilted my head to the girl to show her to follow me, she narrowed her eyes first – but not in a mean way, in a curious way. She stalked after me, staring at me the whole way. I walked into the playground so that no one could hear or see us – okay so no one could hear or see me, she was invisible.

"Hello," I spoke softly, studying her every movement.

"You can see me?" She asked with a voice of English chocolate.

Her face was really shocked; I could see all the birds' disappear as she became more and more shocked. The water in the fountain started to become unsettled. Her blondie-brownie hair – which was becoming more like flames at the bottom – started to pick up at the ends, she blinked and then stood up straight. Trying – I think – to get out of the shock.

I studied her eyes, up-close they were so blue…so deep. I noticed that she had a twinkle – like a little star – in the corners of her eyes. The stars really suited her – so did the glowing. She was glowing like a star high above the sky. I looked down at her out fit, her pink jeans were a bit faded and her black top long- sleeved and covered half of her hands. Her blue belly-button glowed along with her skin.

"How? Why?!" She demanded, the girl was defiantly English, so what was she doing in Cameral, California? Following around a TEACHER!?

"I'm a mediator; I can see and speak to ghosts, my name's Fin DeSliva. Would you like to tell me your name?" I asked softly.

She closed her eyes; I noticed that she had blue eyeliner on the tip of her eyes. She nodded, taking a deep breath – even though she didn't need it. A grim smile spread across her face. "My name is…" She paused for a bit, deciding if she should tell me. "Turner, Rosalina Turner. Lee for short," She spoke, opening her eyes.

"Lee?" Wasn't that a boy's name.

A slow smile crept up on her lips, her eyes dazzled. "I don't like being called Rosalina, and I'm not girlie enough to pull-off Rosie. So I stick with Lee. Plain and simple." She shrugs.

A sudden whoosh of air knocks us both to our feet; wind could never be that strong so it defiantly wasn't that. Lee stood up and looked around trying to figure out what the strong gust was. "What…what was that?!"

Nothing else was knocked over or even took the damage of the wind, just us. Which if you think about it was pretty freaky. Her blue eyes dazzled with confusion she looked at me for answers. I just shook my head at her; I was clearly confused as she was.

We both stood up and looked around trying to find….something. That's when we heard it. It was so pure but still evil.

A child's laughter….