Ghost Ores

Yashmin McCleary Jones

Fast forward to  15 years in the present.....................................................................

"I think you should stay home today", said my mom.

"Why would I do that mom, today am turning 15 years old. Plus I told Leona that i would go shopping with her after school. "

"That is exactly why I will not let you go out. You must stay here and go through the change together and that's final. I have already called your school and reported you sick."

What kind of mother reports her child ill when she is actually ok, just so she can force some form of mother-daughter bonding on her.

Let me just tell you right now; if any talks of doing our hair and polishing nails are mentioned I will scream.

I understand that this is a very important rite of passage for my family, that I must respect but mom is already planning on dragging me back to that cult on the weekend for a cleansing ceremony or so she says. At this point my mental health was more in need of cleansing.

I saw my dad entered into the room and I felt relieved, "dad, could you please talk to your wife?".

"What's the matter now?", he said as he kissed my cheeks.

My face lit up in a smile as it usually does after his kisses and then I spoke. "She doesn't want me to go to school today cause I am turning 15."

"Yashmin, please listen to your mom", he said as he left for work.

I don't know what or why I expected better. Just between us; two things about my dad was always true;

1. He rarely ever disagrees with his wife.

2. He allowed his wife to give his only child her family name, as her middle name. Yes I was actually Yashmin McCleary
Jones. Now for this , it must be one or two correct reasons. We are of Chinese ancestry (definitely not this one) or he was one of them spineless cowards who respected their wives ( definitely this one). Why respect the thing you could rule. I am utterly disgusted.

I felt my pupils dilate and my vision field turned completely blue. This was strange. I am normal blue-eyed but saw the world the way everybody else did.

At first I could not cope it was like my eyes were being exposed to too much light . I closed them and stumbled to a near by chair.

"Bright blue vision", asked my mom.

"Yes", I responded.

"Maybe just try relaxing and allowing it to happen. The quicker you relax the smoother it would go."

I could choose to take this advice or not take it which one do you think I should do. I kept my eyes closed with all my might.

"You must open your eyes to see", said my mother.

"But mom"

"No buts"

"Ok but if I go blind I am blaming you."

"What did I say about buts."

I opened my eyes as the not so wise lady said and just as expected, my eyes burnt from all the light that was now again entering, I could see nothing .............until I started to see everything. The excruciating pain I was feeling diminished rather rapidly.

As I glanced around the house, it all became transparent.
The solid walls that once hid secrets could hide them no more.

It was as if my eyes turned into an x-ray machine. Thats when i realized she might know a little about what what she spoke. I smiled brightly quite comfortable with my upgraded vision abilities.

In an instantly I felt my self fell through the chair onto the floor. My mother laughed at the confused look at my face.

I looked at my hands and a scream escaped; do you remember seeing your shadow.

That thin, dark- looking figure that resembled you. If you did, then you understand what I look like right now. Only I wasn't being reflected off a original human body.

My mother appoarched me holding a mirror in her hands. When I glanced upon my beautiful face, I saw complete darkness and piercing blue eyes. I had no mouth, I touch where it normally was as I wonder if I could speak.

My mother looked at me as if she could read my mind and said,"try to speak and find out."

The moment I tried to speak, I saw my lips take form. They too reflected the oceanic blue of mine eyes. I felt relieved when speech erupted from them.

I looked up at my mother as I saw her a bright light emanating from her. Within seconds, she resembled what I looked like.

My mom wore it graceful; her oceanic blue eyes and lips complement her hair. Her hair was majestic, it flowed freely, in its full waist length as if it was being blown in wind. It too shone a blue oceanic tint. Her eyebrows and fingernails were also blue.
She was a blue and black figure, and to be honest I hoped deep down that I resembled her beauty in this form.

She took my hands and told me to stand. I was most surprised that she was able to touch me. When I stand up, she took me infront of the mirror, she previously brought in here earlier today. I watched as she ran her fingers through my hair.

My black hair was changing its color, taking on blue tints wherever her fingers touched. Mine too flowed in it's full shoulder length as if blowing in the wind. I giggled to express how pleased I was.

She rub both her thumbs over my eye brows and they too took on that oceanic blue.

She then walked away and sat on the couch. "Come sit beside me", she said.

Why were we sitting, at this point I am more interested in knowing what we could do. "Ok" I said following suit but when I sat, I somehow phased through the couch and ended up on the floor.

"What", I said annoyingly. Why wasn't I able to sit on the couch or chair but sitting on the ground came quite easily. And how was she able to sit if I could.

She glanced at me with furrowed brows as she crossed her legs, gracefully. "Try again", she said. Maybe she dropped me on my head when I was a baby hence my under performance, I thought as I got up to try again.