Ghosts and Demons

Chapter 2

"So, where is this college?"

"Ohio," she answered.

"So Ohio isn't just a bunch of potatoes?"

"Ciel, I understand that you are from the U.K, but you even have your stereotypes wrong. That would be Idaho stereotypically."

"Okay then."

Her mother ran up the stairs, and walked into the room. Her eyes looked different.

"Annamarie," she exclaimed,"I'm going to live in an apartment near the college."

"That's great mom. Do you really have to though?" I knew she wanted to be alone there.

"I'm just gonna be on the other side of town."

"Okay mom," she assured,"I wasn't complaining."

"Okay, bye dear. Dinner is gonna be ready in five." She started to walk down the stairs.

"Okay," she called down the stairs.

Following that, two weeks later, we had made the plane trip from Washington state to Ohio. Annamarie ran out of the airport. her face as bright as the sun above. Her mother's eyes were strange. I should have paid more attention to it.

"Annie," her mom called to her, strangely using her nickname from childhood,"Can you hail a cab for us please."

"Okay." She walked to the side of the road, and stuck her hand in the air.

I could only watch as they both walked up to the van cab. They put a lot of the stuff in the back of the cab, and walked into the back seats. I shuddered as they drove away. Cab drivers are so reckless. I could be twenty two, but I died of a fucking cab driver! I hoped this cab driver isn't a dumbass. For Annamarie I thought it was about three miles to the college. I wasn't sure.

Finally, she walked into her dorm, forty-five minutes later. It was a single dorm with a window.

"This is my room, my room," she sang like a five year old, turning her black hair into a tornadoe. I can't believe she is eighteen.

"Thanks for helping me carry my stuff," she acknowledged,"Wait, can you shut the door?"

"Yep," I agreed as a flew over to shut the door,"Do you need any help unpacking?"

"Sure, can you unpack some of the stuff you brought."

"Okay."

The next day she slept in too long for class. It was seven twenty-five when class at seven thirty.

"Get up!" I screamed. Annamarie rolled over. Her face looked so tired and confused. "Five minutes until class starts, and I don't think you want to be late."

"What?" she muttered. At that moment, she saw the clock. She screamed, probably waking everyone who didn't have class. She got up and dashed out of the room.

"Annamarie," I plainly said.

She ran in as I flew out to let her change. Seconds later she bolted out of the room so fast she almost stabbed herself with the pencil she was carrying. She ran down the stairs, out the door, past the fountain, in a door, and finally up two flights of stairs. She opened the classroom door with not a second to spare. She walked to a seat while the teacher started..

"Hello class. I am Mr. Carter" His deep voice contradicted with his curly brown hair. "We meet every Thursday, and we go to see real cases in a real detective building every other class. Next week we will go to get familiar with the building. Any questions?" Everyone was silent. No one moved a muscle. "Okay," he continued, giving an overview of the class. This went on for a good two hours. I didn't stay for that long. I went back to her dorm and read a book.

*Authors note-I wrote this for class so I'm just randomly separating this into chapters. It's finished. That's all. GoodBye!*