Here's the official first chapter of my very first paranormal story!
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CHAPTER ONE:
PEYTON IS DIFFERENT
DAMION'S POV
"Wakie wakie, TristanPoo!" I sang into one of my best buddies ear. He groaned.
"Don't call me that." he muttered. I chuckled.
"You asked for it. Now, come on, you're gonna be late for school!" I yelled in his ear. He rolled off the bed groaning wildly. He got up, yawning. He had on his simple boxers and no shirt.
"Douche." he muttered. "Why couldn't you stay at Leslie's?" he asked while putting on a shirt. I crossed my arms across my chest.
"Carter and Leslie were a little busy." I smirked. Carter and Leslie are a couple, they have been for a while. He sighed, picking up his book bag.
"That's gross man, don't tell me about what my sister does with that Carter." he said. It's true, Leslie and Tristan are brother and sister. The thing is Leslie lives with her mother, and Tristan lives with his dad. I chuckled.
"Come on, man. You must get some of that action sometime?" I asked. Though I knew he never did. He was never into using girls like that, but he wasn't much of a touchy feely kind of guy either.
"I may not get much nowadays. But you'd wish you have even that much." he teased.
"I could get it if I wanted." I grinned. He laughed.
"You're dead. No one can see you, or touch you." he finished. I let my head drop. That kind of stung. It always was hard to think about it, the fact that I cannot be with someone ever, only because I am dead, a walking ghost. Or what others call me, an earth bond spirit. Only my small group of friends can see me, Tristan, Leslie, Carter, Faith, and our guidance councelor Mariah.
"Dude, I'm sorry." he noticed that that comment hurt.
"No, it's okay. You're right." I muttered. Tristan watched me for a minute before snagging his keys.
"Let's go. We'll be late." he said.
"You mean you'll be late. I technically don't have to go."
"And yet you still do." he smirked. I shrugged.
"While I'm still floating around I might as well finish my education. At least this way I don't have to worry about college tuition." I teased. He chuckled. We walked out of his house while we talked, he unlocked the doors to his green Chrysler Jeep. On our way to school I spotted a house with a huge moving van in the front.
"Someone is moving in to that old dump?" I asked. The place has been abandoned for 6 years, it doesn't exactly look like crap, we just called it a dump because the realtors were unable to sell it, so we thought there must be something wrong with it.
"Yeah, some old couple and their granddaughter." he responded. Just as he finished a girl about my age came walking out with a messenger bag around her shoulders, she had caramel colored hair, dark gray eyes, about 5'6'', wearing dark blue skinny jeans, a white top, and a black leather jacket. She waved to what looked like her grandmother before getting into her silver Classic Ford Lincoln Mercury. Tristan turned the corner then, making it impossible to see where she went. After a few minutes we arrived at the school parking lot, Tristan parked in his usual spot next to Leslie's car, which was near all our other friends cars. We got out to meet the rest of our friends waiting by the main entrance, our usual tree.
"I heard you banged my sister last night." Tristan addressed Carter. Leslie sighed.
"Tristan." she warned.
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Skin & Death
ParanormalA young teen, Damion, died from a school shooting and ended up an earthbound spirit. A group of teens at his old school are the only people able to see him. When a new student named Peyton comes around, she too can see Damion. As their time goes on...
