Darkness. All there was around me was darkness. There was a faint breeze coming from behind me. Something hard tugged on me and made a giggle. He sounded like my annoying brother. I pulled back and began feeling my surrounds being sure I don't fall. Nothing. There was nothing around me. Again, I felt a sharp tug on my sleeve. The giggle was louder than my gasp of fear. "Who are you??" I shook with fear. "No." It hissed sharply. Then it disappeared. It went away with the breeze that blew my hair in my face.
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"NOOO!!!!!!" I screamed. I jerked up from the cold puddle of sweat on my pillow. Great. Another dream. It was the third sweaty night in a row. Oh, by the way if you were wondering I'm Alice. Not that it matters to anyone. Nobody really cares about my name it's what I can do that everyone cares about. I talk to ghosts. Well they aren't really ghosts. Not like the type of ghost a four year old boy decides to be for halloween. Not even close. I talk to people. Real people. They just lost touch with their bodies. It's not like they're any different from us. Now I know what you're thinking. This is just another story about a girl with "perfect hair" and "perfect skin" with a "perfect secret" and just when everything starts to go right, someone finds out. That's not it at all. No one cares enough to search for a secret because only two people know I exist. David and Joseph. David and Joseph are my best-friends. My guys friends. And to me, it's not even a secret. If someone knows, they knows. What do you want me to do? Beg them not to tell? I don't even care enough. Anyways, I was given a "journal" today in English. My teacher, Ms.Marykay, gave us the "opportunity" to write in the journal. Here's the catch though. We have to write everyday and we have to write at least a page. She said some entries can be completely private we just have to make a note of it on the top. She would check to see if we wrote and simply grade it a "4". Great. One more thing to worry about. I might as well try it I mean, what could go wrong?
