Living Dead, More Like Loving Dead

Chapter 1

This chapter was revised on December 2, 2011. I am currently going through each chapter and revising them. There have been quite a few changes made. :) I'm revising the next chapter now. Vote, add to your library, and comment to let me know what you think.

            It was Friday morning. The day had finally come, my last day of eleventh grade. The dreaded year was finally coming to an end. I was finally going to have two whole months to myself, two months where I can do whatever I want and not be seen by anyone at school. There would be no one around to tell me how crazy my family was or to make fun of me by asking if I could connect them with their dead dog, which I couldn’t. I can see ghosts; I’m not the dog whisperer.

            I felt around my nightstand for my glasses and put them on just as Austin glimmered into view. I groaned and prepared myself for a fighting match between him and my other mentor Christina. Sometimes, actually, most of the time, I wish I had been blessed with some all knowing spirit guide who could help me understand my “talent” of seeing ghosts. Instead, I had to settle for the jock and the prom queen, lucky me.

            “Annie it’s your last day of junior year. How do you feel?” He asked.

            “Relieved.” I pulled open a drawer and started digging around for something to wear.

            “She’s just jealous that I actually had fun my junior year.” I braced myself as Christina joined us in the room, blessing us with her snide remark.

            “Then, you died.” Christina gasped, and laid her hand over heart.

            “Ouch, that hurt.”  Rolling my eyes at her, I pulled out my oldest, most favorite pair of jeans. A simple glance at Christina, showed that she clearly did not approve of my outfit choice.

            “What?” I asked sharply.

“Well, Annie you’re such a pretty girl don’t you think you could just—”

            “No.” Interrupting was not acceptable to Christina; I know I probably shouldn’t have cut her off, but I really did not want to hear it.

            “I wasn’t finished.” Her tone was annoyed and I knew better that to stop her again, so against better judgment, I let her continue. “As I was saying, you are such a beautiful girl—”

            “What are you, her mother?”

            “Oh my god,” Christina was steaming, literally steaming. It was a ghost thing, but it still freaked me out just a little. “Will both of you just stop interrupting me and let me speak? God, you have no respect for others!” She had always been a bit of a drama queen. I guess that what happens when you spend all of your life in the spotlight, and then one day you wake up dead, and no one even notices you anymore.

            “Chill, Christina!” Austin said. He was trying to ease the situation, but I could tell that it was not helping.

            “I will not chill!” Her shrill voice pierced the room.

            “I will not chill!” Austin mimicked. Now, he was provoking her; he was looking for a fight.

            "I do not sound like that!" She shrieked. 

            “Yeah, you do.” Austin took a step towards her.

            “No one asked you.” Christina snapped.

            “Will you two just shut up? You are driving me crazy! And what is wrong with my fashion sense? You know what, never mind! I don’t care, and I don’t want to know! I like the holes in my jeans! They add character. I don’t care if they aren’t skinny jeans covered in rhinestones. I like them!” My voice was loud, loud enough to possibly alarm my parents only a couple doors down. We all paused for a moment, letting silence settle over the room. In my mind, I prayed that my mom hadn’t heard me; however, it was highly likely that she had.