Controller of the Elements

Chapter 18 - Madeline

"Come on, Mad, we're besties..."

I don't think Bridgette is ever going to stop asking me what I'm hiding from her. Well, she's popular, I know the rules, and is it really worth breaking for friendship? Is not telling my best friend about this worth whatever I'm getting? What am I getting? Not dying? Well if I told her, and I did die, wouldn't it be better than not dying now but still...SERIOUSLY! I'm thirteen, I shouldn't be thinking about this - I should be thinking about what color I want to paint my room, or different TV shows, or how school is going, with all my friends...

What am I getting? Fear? Emphasis on how not-popular I am?  What do I have to lose? What if I tell all about how I'm a fairy? What will people do? Think I'm cool? Like me? What do I have to lose?

"Okay, Bridgette, you wanted to know, I'm telling you."

I explain all about the O.O.C.S. 

"You've been..."

"And by the way...I'm not going to hide the fact that I'm supernatural anymore. You shouldn't either. So? You're a vampire. We saw Frozen, you know. Imagine if someone were to have-"

"MAD HATTER! That was a Disney movie. It's not like...I mean, it is, we are supernaturals...you're right. From now on, I'm smiling with my mouth open, and I'm not going out in the sun."

"Good. And who knows? Maybe Kelsie likes this idea too. Oooh, she will. The Controller doesn't need to fix us...you know who would think this idea was awesome?"

"Who?" Bridgette looks over at me as we sit down.

"Gwen."

"Yeah..." Bridgette says, and I can tell she misses her just as much as I do. "Gwen!"

"Yes, I said Gwen," I repeat myself.

"No," she says, "Look out the window. Gwen."

And right through the windows, and walls, as if she's not solid, Gwen steps in.

"I owe you guys an explanation."

"Yeah, you actually do," Bridgette says in her sassy tone that only she can rock without you wanting to slap her. 

"But first, hug me," I finish.

"Would do that, Mad Hatter, however" - Gwen sticks her hand right through an armchair, and back out - "I'm transparent now."

"No. Way," Bridgette says, keeping the sassy tone, but in more of a girly way.

"Wait," I begin, "If you were a ghost all this time...how?"

"Yeah," Bridgette says, "Like, how in the world are you standing on the the floor without dropping down to the basement?"

"And where did you get those shoes?" I finish.

Bridgette looks over to me, and puts her hand out for a high five.

"Hehe," I laugh, high fiveing her. "But in all seriousness, explain."

"Well," Gwen begins, "A. I'm floating, it just looks like I'm wearing shoes."

"Okay, and..." Bridgette continues.

"So then..."

Gwen explains how right after she died, she came back, just this time, as a real ghost. A real ghost who was invisible.