Ghost Girl #wattys2015

Chapter 1

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I woke up with a weird cold. This is each morning since a ghost visited me. She is sitting each morning on my bed, wearing a white nightdress and surrounds me with this weird cold. But if I try to talk to her she disappears. I'm Penelope Black and I can see ghosts since I am 10 and I could talk to them. I remember this day very well since everything begun. It was the 10.04.2008, the day that changed my life completely. I saw a girl crying on the floor. She was dressed with a bloody shirt. I ran immediately to my class teachers. Since then my class teachers think that I am mad. They sent me to the educational psychologist and informed my parents. Since that day each school day with my school mates is hell but I have learned to ignore that. It's not easy to be different and that I can't share my worries and fears to anyone. There are many rumours in the wind about me and sometimes they call me a witch. My family that is my mother Lisa and my dad Bernd and we live in Bavaria behind a thick forest.

"The professor is there, sweetie!" shouted my mother.

My parents decided to send me to a boarding school far, far away from here. I think I'm too vigorous for them and that they want to flee before this responsibility. I look the last time at me in my mirror before I go downstairs to the principal. I got black hair with light curls and ice cold blue eyes. I'm 1.67 meters tall and quite thin. I took a deep breath and went down to the kitchen.