I See Dead People

Chapter One: I Think I'm Normal

     Beep beep beep! Great. It's Monday again. Because who doesn't love Monday. I roll over and pound my fist on the small alarm clock that rests on my nightstand, shutting it off instantly. Throwing the blankets off myself, I slug out of bed and turn on the light. The light in the hallway is already on, so I assume Annie, er, I mean Mom, is already up. Man, it's been a year and I'm already forgetting what happened to my little sister. She was eight, and playing outside on the train tracks. That wouldn't of been a problem, if she wasn't deaf. Long story short, a train came and she didn't hear it. Anyway, back to what I'm doing. Oh yeah. Getting dressed and doing my hair. I strut to my closet and pick out a Mayday Parade t-shirt and a plain, navy blue hoodie. This'll do.
    "Ellie! Time for breakfast!" Mom's voice rings from downstairs, and I put my short brown hair in a ponytail. Wow. I look terrible. But whatever; it's not like I have that many from friends to care.
     After I eat breakfast, I dash to my bus stop. Come on, come on! I think, as I'm like, two minutes late.
      "Ellie slow down! You didn't miss it." Hunter, my best friend, is standing at the stop sign that marks where the big yellow vehicle stops to pick us up. He looks at me and chuckles. God he's cute. He has spiky blond hair, big green eyes, basically any girls dream! But I don't really like lovey dovey stuff. We're just friends. It'd be weird if I dated the guy that I grew up with as a best friend.
      "So, Hunt, anything new?" I puff, still out of breath from running.
      "I went and explored the train tracks yesterday. Almost got hit." He sing-songs, but I scowl at him and he shuts up real quick.
      "Don't talk to me about the train tracks" I mumble. "You and I both know what happened to Annie, and I don't wanna be reminded."
       He sighs and puts a hand on my shoulder. "I'm sorry. I can't imagine what that's like. I couldn't imagine losing little Olivia." Olivia's his six month old sister. She's technically a "whoops". That means his parents were doing some hanky panky one night and whoops! Now Hunter has a little sister. And I'll tell you what she is one of the cutest things ever.
       When we get on the bus, I say hi to the driver and we both go to our seat. Good old number 19. You know, the one that's next to the emergency exit and your feet go on the bump for the wheel? Yeah, we get the blessing of having that one.
       I wish that something out of the ordinary would happen for once. It's the same thing every day, every week, every month, every year. Get up, eat, go to school, come home from school, homework, internet, eat, more internet, bed. And that's it. Sometimes humans have "off schedule" days like Christmas or Easter or whatever, but those are rare. Why is the world so dull?
        I face plant into my backpack and heave a long, loud sigh. "Hunter?"
       "Yeah?" He looks up from his phone.
       "Is being dead more fun than being alive? You know, like heaven and such?"
       "I've thought stuff like that before, but then I think, man, that must suck. I would hate leaving my friends and family behind."
       "But the real world is so boring! It's the same thing every gosh darn day!"
       "Sometimes it's worth it, El."
       "Don't call me that"
        With that, we remain silent for the rest of the ride. I don't want to go to school. Not only do I have a few psychopathic teachers, but I have to deal with, you guessed it, bullies. I mean, it's not like it's making me want to kill myself or anything like that, they just get annoying. Like the leader of the group, Ken, thinks he's oh-so-cool, and tries to insult everyone he meets. Once he threatened to punch Hunter, so I smacked him clean across the face. But then I got in trouble for violence! So I can't tell anyone he's bullying me, because the retards that are in charge of punishments think I'm bullying him. And people wonder why I'm nippy all the time.
          So yeah. I'm pretty much your average girl. I think...