I'm in love with a ghost

Chapter 1

"Moving? Are you insane?" I shouted at mom.

"Max thinks that since we're married we should get a house.......in California." Mom said.

"Mom, I'm sixteen. I'm in the middle of the school year. You can't send me off onto a plane and fly me to California! This isn't fair!" I shouted.

"Do not use that tone of voice with me! You will do what I say. You are my daughter and you will follow my rules." She said.

"If dad was still alive he wouldn't make us go!" I said without thinking.

"If your dad was still alive we wouldn't be going in the first place!" Mom shouted.

I pushed the chair back and stormed to my room. We lived in a small apartment in the city. I slammed my door and locked it. I blasted my music and screamed into my pillow. That's right. My dad died a couple moths ago. Seven to be exact. Yet here's mom moving on to soon. I saw my door knob move and I knew mom was trying to get in. I sat in my bed and hugged my knees. No way. I was not moving away. No, this was the only house that didn't have ghosts roaming around. I was not moving.

I groaned and pushed the strange man's head off my shoulder. We were on a plane to California. I bit my lower lip and finally gave the man a final shove. The man rolled onto mom's shoulders and she sighed. I'm surprised this man hadn't waken. Then, his hand landed on my lap and he stroked my thigh. I screamed and jumped up, hitting my head on the plane roof. Everyone looked up and the flight attendant came running. I slapped the man and shouted at him. Mom's eyes were wide and she sat there shocked. The man was taken away from his seat and into the back of the plane with an officer. I glared at my mom and she stared at me.

"Is this how all guys act here? California here we come." I said flatly.

Mom blushed and looked away. We landed on the platform in a matter of minutes. I sprung up from my seat and grabbed my luggage. I ran off the plane and jolted to a stop. Mom ran after me and finally caught up.

"Well hello Max. Thank you for picking us up. Here are our stuff." Mom said, smiling.

I pushed up glasses and looked up at the clouds hanging over us. They looked gray. Exactly like I felt. I climbed into the car and sat against my seat. Mom sat in front with Max and we drove to our house. For the record, Max is an okay guy. He's just ruining my life and making me move to an old house. Ring any bells? Any ghost bells? Out of the corner of my eyes I saw Max grab mom's hand and she giggled. The radio was turned on and a an old time song came on. Mom and Max began to sing and laugh very loudly. I blew my bangs away from my face and groaned. This was going to be a long car ride.

"Megan, come up here! This is your room." Max said to me.

I gulped and pulled my backpack higher up my shoulders. I walked up the stairs to our four story house and smiled weakly. Yep, four story house. How much room did we need? I walked into the room Max was in and gasped. It was huge! I could finally have my own mini dance parties by myself without breaking anything. The walls were white and the room was empty.

"Where's my furniture?" I asked.

"Your mom told me you didn't like the color white on your walls. She also told me you were a painter. So, go ahead and paint all over this place." Max said.

I smiled and hugged him. I quickly grabbed my brushes from my bag. He grabbed a huge brush and some paint. I smiled and thanked him. He wasn't a bad guy at all.

"No problem. Now, he's the paint and all the stuff you need. Put this cloth over the floor so you don't spill on it and close the door when you paint." Max said.