Ghost Girl

Chapter 13

"Oh Sharon, wake up!!"

I groan. It's Saturday, and probably pretty early. To be honest, I don't want Mary to wake me up. Hell, I don't want anyone to wake me up.

"Sharon!" Mary yells, now her hands on my shoulders.

I groan again and sit up. I open my eyes to see the blurry figure of my ghost friend. I reach out my hand to pick up my glasses from my dresser.

I rub my eyes before putting them on. Once they're slipped on, I hang my legs from my bed and grab my phone, checking the time, which is 11:15 am.

I yawn once again. "Holy crap it's early," I mutter under my breath.

I stand up and start to take off my blue pajama shirt. Tossing it on my bed, I walk towards my closet and pull out a low cut pink shirt and a pair of jean shorts.

Mary comes up behind me and smiles. She's back in her human form, and her pajamas are also off. After slipping on my shirt, I hand her an outfit, consisting of a long sleeve green shirt and jeans.

I have to admit, changing in front of Mary doesn't bother me anymore and although I'd choose not to change in front of her, I don't really have a choice, considering that she follows me around no matter where I go, if it's out of the house that is. She either follows me, or hides in my room.

Stretching, I let out another yawn. "Well, I'm going to go get breakfast. You want something?"

"Yeah sure," Mary says and smiles.

I nod, "Alright then, it'll probably be a banana, or something. Hell if I know," I say walking out of my room, shutting the door behind me. Careful not to run into my father, who for some reason is still here, I run down the stairs and walk into the kitchen. I don't get why he's here, but as long as he doesn't interfere with my daily routine, I'm good.

"Morning mom," I say as I walk past her.

She smiles at me. "Morning sweetie," she says handing me a bowl. "Would you like some cereal?"

I nod. "Sure," I say, and grab the box of Lucky Charms that was left on the counter. As I pour it into the bowl, I look up at my mother. "Do you think you can grab the milk for me?"

She nods, opening the fridge, "Of course." She grabs the container and hands it to me.

It doesn't take me long to eat, and once I'm done I hop off the stool and grab a banana from the pile. It baffles me how human like a ghost can be... I think. It doesn't cross my mind often when I think about how strange it is for Mary to eat, but when it does I just shake it off. I'd rather not ask complicated questions, too much effort to work out an answer.

Entering my room, I see Mary lying on my bed. I toss her the banana, and sit down at my desk, and unplug my phone from its charging position.

"Thanks for the food!" Mary exclaims as she peels of the outer brownish-yellow layer.

I kick the trash can towards her so she can throw the peels away, which she does.

"I was thinking," I began and turned around to look at her. She looks at me, waiting for me to continue. "I think we should go out today, like maybe to the park."

"No way."

Her quick response startles me, "Why not?"

"Because I don't want to expose myself."