Shattered Mirrors

Chapter Three: Seven Years

The sound of glass shattering startled Beetlejuice awake as he looked around. "What the hell?" He asked as he stood up and headed for Aya's room. He had known she was angry, but what the hell was she doing. He went through the door and looked around. She had broken every single mirror in her room...and five empty frames were left. She was sitting up on her bed, looking at the broken glass. There was no sign of blood, so he was guessing she had thrown something at them to get them to break.

There was a hammer lying in front of one mirror, a lamp in front of another, a thick text book in front of one, then there was a broken compact on the floor that she had thrown, and another handmirror against the wall. Aya looked up as he floated in. "Good morning." She said in a suspiciously cheerful mood.

"Normally people aren't happy when they break things randomly..." Beetlejuice said cautiously. He eyed her like she was a lunatic and he needed to worry about her jumping at him at any minute. "What brought this on?" He didn't even use any nicknames like 'toots' or 'sweetheart'.

"You said it before, I'm not the most normal color crayon in the crayon box." She said, cheerfully. She picked her way off of the bed without stepping on any glass. She practically skipped out of her room. Leaving him stunned. When had she had her cup of coffee?

Beetlejuice was a bit weirded out about how she was acting. She had skipped out of the room, she had broken all the mirrors, and she had admitted she wasn't normal. He would've been frightened of her, if he wasn't a ghost and had a reason to be afriad of some small girl.

She was cooking downstairs, grilling up a vegetable omelet with cheese on top of it. She ate the food and hummed what sounded suspiciously like the "Bob the Builder" theme. Beetlejuice watched her for a moment but soon floated off.

She was perfect, because she had a plan. She was going to get back at that bastard for doing that to her. Aya knew just how to do it too. She could've always paid Beetlejuice to pull some pranks, but that was cheating. Besides, she didn't like him anyways. He was some annoying poltergeist.

She stood up after eating and did the dishes before grabbing a bag and heading out of the house. She'd go to school. She stopped by the supermarket first, buying a thing of silly string, a bag of sugar and a thing of ziploc bags. She paid for the stuff, then took out only one bag of ziploc, filled it with a bit of the sugar. Then she dug into her bag, pulling out a condom...and filling it with silly string then tying the end of it.

It wasn't anything big, but she could get him in so much trouble. She used the key she had for Leslie's classroom to get into the classroom. She put the powder in the desk where he kept his lesson plans, setting it on top of the book in such a way that he'd have to pull it out when he got the book. Then she went to the door, and standing on a chair outside the classroom she put the condom in the door, so the knot where it was tied was holding it up, and when the door opened, it would fall straight on him. Satisfied with herself, she locked the door and put the chair on the other side of the hallway before trashing the key and walking to the cafeteria to get breakfast.

Aya had never had any friends. She went to a public school, in an area where most of the people were lower middle class. Her family was well...rich. And she had always dressed in the latest designer brand, the newest clothes, the most expensive everything. Not because she had wanted to though. Her mother had been a model and her father had owned the company, although he had hired a manager in his place so he didn't actually have to work. Still, her parents would've never let her leave their sight unless she was dressed in the best clothes they could buy her.

Because of the way she dressed, and her antisocial personality, people had thought she was a snob. Even as a little kid she wouldn't be invited to play games with other kids, she would just stay by herself and work on school work or something else. She had great grades because of it, but she was also alone. It wasn't the way she wanted her life, but it was too late to change it now.

She sat at a table by herself after getting one of those single boxes of cereal and a thing of milk that the school had for people. She ate, moping a bit. She had actually felt wanted when she was with Leslie...like someone actually cared. But now, Aya guessed he had only thought she would be easy because she was so alone all the time. "Douche." She mumbled through a mouthful of food.

"Do you ever wash your mouth out?" Came the sleazy scumbag's voice and she jumped and almost choked on the food she had in her mouth as she saw a human-sized douche sitting across the table from her. Judging by the way the other kids paid no attention, she was guessing only she could see him.

"Jerk." She said instead, so he would turn back to his normal self. She ate more of her breakfast, completely ignoring the ghoul sitting across from her.

Beetlejuice watched her, and didn't say anything else. He would've expected a girl like her to be surrounded by friends, but when he looked around, she seemed almost as invisible as he actually was. "Hey, girlie, what's your problem?" He asked her. She was human, she was alive, and yet...she seemed absolutely miserable.

"You are." She said, coldly, before shoving the spoon into her mouth.

He turned into a Beetlejuice-popsicle. "Coooold." He exagerrated shivering before he changed back. He studied her but then left, going off to prank a few people. He shouldn't be worried about some spoiled brat anyways, she probably deserved it.

Aya told herself she didn't care that he left. She was only stuck with him because of that stupid contract. Hopefully he'd find her boring and leave her alone soon enough. The bell rang for class and she stood up, dropping her trash in the trash can and headed to home room, Mr. Griffin's class.

She walked slowly though, going to her locker first to grab a notebook. Then she noticed Beetlejuice camped out in her locker, in miniature form. She didn't notice when he jumped in her bag before she shut the locker though.

She walked into the class a minute before the bell rang, to find the class cracking up. Instead of the condom of silly string falling on him...he was covered in what seemed to be melted whipped cream and the whites of eggs, making him look like a gooey white and clear mess. She giggled herself as she took her seat. She was guessing Beetlejuice had messed with her plan.

Then when Leslie went to grab his gradebook to call roll, the powder popped out, and there were pills there too. The class got quiet as he cussed loudly and glared straight at Aya, who was busy writing in a notebook now. She forced herself to seem completely innocent. She was a good actress anyways. One of the kids, probably one of the goody two shoes, ran out of the class to go call the office. Aya just looked up, gave a kind of shocked look as if seeing him for the first time, then gave a sweet, sympathetic smile. She was guessing that the powder wasn't sugar now.

"Mr. Griffin to the principal's office, Mr. Griffin to the principal's office." The intercom announced, and the kids giggled a bit, knowing he was in trouble. And lots of it.

About 15 minutes later a security officer came into the room. "Your class will be meeting in the library until we find a replacement teacher." The officer explained, and escorted them up to the library. When Aya sat down at a table and dug through her purse to find a pen, she accidentally grabbed Beetlejuice.

"Ow, watch it toots." He growled at her, but no one else seemed to hear it.

"What are you doing in my purse?" She asked in an annoyed whisper.

"You suck at pranks." He replied.

"Well, I didn't want to get him fired." She said in return.

"Well, he is now." Beetlejuice grinned.

Aya rolled her eyes, grabbed her pen and went to shut her purse on him, but suddenly she felt a sharp pain in her hand. "OW!" She said, loudly. "Oh, um...sorry, something sharp." She apologized as people turned to stare at her. He had bit her.

"I'm gonna get rabies because of you." She said in an angry voice, and yanked her hand out of her purse. She rubbed where the teeth marks were. It looked like a fucking mouse had bit her.

"I hate you." She whispered. She started to work on an essay she had to do for her history class, looking at the prompt and writing in neat, block lettering.

"Hate you too." he replied with a grin.

She rolled her eyes and slammed a book down on her purse, just as he poofed out of it. Damn, that might've worked too.

"I hate you more." She mumbled to herself, as she put her anger into writing out a good essay.

Beetlejuice couldn't help but grin when he heard her whisper this. He chuckled to himself and went to go do some of his own things, until he noticed the news in the teacher's lounge. Her parents were on it, in the middle of the town...flying a flag of boxers and calling it a new god. Then there was the news that they had been admitted into the mental hospital in town. Uh oh, this wasn't good. He poofed back to the Roadhouse in the Neitherworld. He needed to figure some things out before they went terribly wrong.

A/N: Well, what do you guys think? Read and review. Some of these ideas came from a Beetlejuice roleplay I did with my friend Kirbypuff. ^^ So I'm not gonna take all the credit for it. I plan on making the next few chapters either longer or more eventful. This is starting to get interesting though.