The Dead Girl Only I Can See

Chapter One

     I look out the window as my dad is driving and watch as the trees and bushes dance with the wind as we pass by. My mom is listening to the radio, yet she is chatting with my dad. I don't understand how she can listen to music and be chatting with my dad at the same time.
     Anyway, I am fourteen years old with brunette hair, blue eyes, and my name is Emily. I can see things no one else can. My dad thinks it's just my imagination. My mom says I'm special. She thinks, no, she knows I have a gift. She says I should be careful though because and I quote "Everything comes with a consequence." I'm not so sure if it's true but I feel that something horrific will be happening some time soon. Anyway, just so you know, I'm moving. My dad, mom, and I had to leave our home in Georgia because my dad's job moved its company and just like the other employees we had to move with the company to Bannack, Montana.
     "Emily." I hear someone call. I look to my mother who just so happened to turn around in the passenger's seat to face me.
     "Yes?"
     "We're here. Why don't you take a look around while your father and I unload the car."
     I quickly jump out the car and make my way up to the house. I unlock the front door, step through the entrance, and begin looking around. The house is two stories high and has many large rooms. I run through the house as I glance around, but for some unknown reason I got this strange feeling about the house. As if I was being watched by someone.
     "Emily." Is top in my tracks on the second floor as I hear my name being called. I run back downstairs and look in the living room to find my mom going through the packed boxes we had packed a few days ago.
     "Mom, I have a strange feeling about this place." My mom stops what she is doing and vetted me but she seems to have a worried expression presence on her face too; or maybe it was her 'I'm hiding something that someone your age shouldn't know about' face.
     "You shouldn't tell your father. You know how he gets. He'll think you are just upset about having to leave your friends behind in Georgia. Then tell you that sometimes people have to make sacrifices I order to take care of those they love and care for." She's not wrong. I am crestfallen about having to leave my friends behind. But that's not important right now. What's important is that I'm not confortable. I feel as if this house is not our house but someone else's and it still is.
     "Okay. I guess that is best. I don't exactly like dad's speeches, they get really long and boring." My mom laughs which makes me smile. I love when my mom laughs, her laughter is so beautiful. Once I agree with mom my dad saunters into the room.
     "So? What do you think of the place, pretty sweet right?" I look my father in the eyes and see not only hope but fear swirling around his pupils. I believe he fears that I won't like the place and hopes that I do. I don't want to lie but I also don't wanna be the one who demolishes his hope instead of his fear.
     "I like it. It's not bad, it has an indescribable vibe to it."
     Technically, I'm not lying. It really does have an indescribable vibe to it. Dark and sad with a hint of happiness and a mixture of longing and anger. My dad beems down at me. I walk up to him, stand an inch or two away, and hug him to make sure he believes that I really do like the place. The best part is it worked. As soon as I pulled away we didn't waste any time and began unpacking some of the boxes starting from the first floor up.
     It took a couple of minutes, maybe two hours or three, I had lost track of time but once we were upstairs I chose a random room to be my room and to be honest I wasn't expecting it to be so lovely. The room was quite large with white walls, large windows overlooking the backyard, a bathroom, and a closet.
     "Hun, you should go to bed. It's getting quite late and you have school tomorrow." My mom announces as she stands in the doorway.
     "School?" I question confusion showing on my face.
     "I know. It's early, especially when we just arrived here, but your father thinks it would be better if you got started right away so you wouldn't fall behind. I didn't find out until just recently." My mom says the last part in an annoyed tone rolling her eyes.
     I don't know why but for some reason my dad likes to make decisions without my mom. She doesn't like it, she hates it, despises it, but she deals with it surprisingly well. I think the only time my dad really talks to my mom about things like this is when it's really important. One of the times he actually talked to my mom about an important event was when they decided to move from Georgia. Anywho, I get ready for bed without complaining putting on my pj's and brushing my teeth. I hop into bed, or my sleeping bag (we haven't unpacked the beds yet), and I say goodnight to my mom. A minute passes by and I soon fall into a deep slumber in my new room.