Possessed by Kurt Cobain

The Art School

Christine's POV

I am walking home to my appartement in new york city, i just shop some new clothes because finally, after summer break i can enter my dream school. NY artschool, i am taking pop vocal because i really wanna be a singer. I have been saving for 3 years since i graduate from highschool. When i arrived on my appartement, i realized something's wrong. The light's off.

" i didnt remember if i turned off the lights?" I asked myself. So i finally turned it on.

"SURPRIISEEE!!!!" i saw bunch of peoples screaming, and they happen to be my closest person.

"Oh gosh!" I said in surprise. Almost crying. 

"Mom, Dad, Erica, Mike!! Oh my goodness, what are you doing here?! Its not even my birthday" i said as i let my shopping bag on the floor and walked towards them and hug them tightly.

"Cici, we are here to celebrate that you're being accepted in NYartschool!" My dad said in cheers. 

"Yeah, we knew it from Mike!" Erica, my 15 years old sister continues. 

"Is that right, Mike?" I asked him. He just nodded with a little smile. I smiled back. He is the bestest bestfriend i have ever had.

"Slow down y'all, lets eat the cake i baked for ya!" My mom said in excitement. She is so cheerful.

"Sure mom, im hungry.. i really need a snack at 3pm" i said, then we're heading to the dinning room. 

As my family walks to the kitchen Mike suddenly held my right hand. I looked at him.

"What is it Mike?" I asked as i looked at his shinny hazel eyes. I have a little crush to my bestie. We've been friends for almost 4 years, besides he's going to NYartschool too, it's just he's been there 6 months earlier. Taking the rock music class.

"I just, want to give you a little present" he said as he tried to take something inside of his jacket.

A ring please, yeah i wish.

Then he gave some sorta album with a writting 'Nirvana'. I held it with my right hand.

"Wow, thanks Mike, but.. what's Nirvana?" I asked him.

"Christine Jade Cameron, you're about to enter an artschool..." he said as he put both of his hands on my shoulder. I'm like 5.2 and he is 5.9, this looks awkward, but i need to know his point for giving me this album.

"So... your point is?" I asked again.

"You cant just know pop music in there, so I'm giving you this, Nirvana's self titled black album. You should listen to them and the rest of things you wanna know just search in google. It's time for you to learn something new Cici" he explains.

"Okayyy.." i said as i nodded. He just smiled as he took his hands off my shoulder. 

"Hey kids! Lets eat already!" My mom screams from the kitchen.

"Okayy!!!!" Me and Mike replied at the same time, then we walked together to the kitchen.

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Kurt's POV 

I've been stuck in this world for 21 years after my death. This sucks like hell, i couldnt find the perfect person to possess so i could finish the problem i haven't solve. All of the people i wanted to possess are either overly obssesed about me or overly obssesed about nirvana. 

"Kurt, is that you?" I heard a voice. 

"Gosh, another dead fan of mine!" I said. 

"Hey i am so sorry for being annoying, but i just died so please welcome me on the other world in a better way" this man sounds pretty pissed by my words but he sat next to me instead. I looked at him, i saw a guy with slipknot shirt and he seems to be a very young white kid.

"Kid, you're not on the other world yet, your soul will always stuck here until you solve your problems or finish your bussines" i explained.

"What? But i'm fucking dead, how the hell am i suppose to tell a girl that i love her? I regretted that i haven't tell her that before i hung myself" He said. Typicall kids of these days. I could only shook my head and seeing the sky over this roof of an old building.

"Whoa, whoa.. wait a sec, you are really Kurt Cobain right, its the same cloth you wore when you're dead? So, you've been stuck here for 21 years? What is the problem you haven't solve? Anyways... i'm Chad. I am your fan,so please share a little story."

I took a glance at him for a while, he seem to be a nice guy.

"My problem, is pretty similar to yours..." i said. 

"You haven't tell a girl that you love her?" He asked.

 I nodded.

"Whoa, so you have an affair with another woman?!" He asked again.

"It's not like that, it's not like what you think dumbass. You better solve your own problems first" i said to him. 

"But how dude? I am DEAD!" He asked exagerrating the dead word. 

"Possess" i replied.

"What? But how?" He asked again.

"You can just do it when you want to, but you better find someone whose not close to you but easy to be approached by a ghost. You can show your ghostly figure anytime you want" i explain. 

"Okay, but where did you know this?" He asked again. Gosh.

"From the people who are dead before me but still stuck here, of course" i said again.

"Okay, before i go to possess someone, you are Kurt Cobain right? I mean, you said its better to posses someone who aren't close to you but easy to be approached, you have millions of fans in this world, why cant you posses anyone of them?" He asked again, well atleast its his last question he said. 

"They are all fucking obsessed over me, i need someone who just knew Nirvana, or knew me and wanted to know me closer, not someone with obsession" i explained.

"Okay, i get it, i have to go, see you." He said as he flew away. 

I have actually decided which state i should visit every day to find someone i could posses, but i stopped 5 years ago, because i am too tired for never finding the right person. Washington is full of nirvana obsessed people, so i am thinking one tough city, with cool people, but very or maybe way too modern, a city full of people who hardly care for others. I have visited this place, time to visit them again tomorrow. See you New York.