Deathly kissed: A ghostly romance

As my plane took off from New York City Airport I instantly felt homesick.

Seeing the floodlit Manhattan skyline depart from my very own eyes brought so many overwhelming thoughts.

How am I supposed to survive without seeing my friends and family for a whole two years to go to a stupid prestigious boarding school in London where it rains more than 200 days in a year and is one of the oldest places which is not very good for my so called special abilities because old places mean lots of ghosts.

You may be wondering what on earth I am talking about, so you see I am a mediator which means I can see and speak to ghosts and even touch them. Yay, lucky me. Not.

So anyways I have been able to see ghosts since my father passed away when I was 10 years, that was 6 years ago. My dad had lung cancer, he passed away shortly after being diagnosed because his cancer was in its later stages. I couldn't understand much back then but after a week or two after his death I got home from school and found my dad sitting on our couch in the living room watching the telly. At first I thought I was dreaming but after pinching myself a couple of times my father try to explain to me that I am a mediator and my main role is to help lost souls arrive to their final destination. He infact was a ghost. At first I didn't quite believe him but I was overwhelmed about seeing my dad. He made sure to pop up at times when I come depressed after school or when I am having some trouble.

My mother didn't know about me being a mediator or else she'll freak out and 100% sure she'll send me to a psychologist. She already thinks I have a lot of problems for me to deal with giving my strange behaviour and she already tried to pressure me into going to a psychologist.

Last month was the final straw she couldn't take my nightly screaming anymore, assuming it was me. The screaming was actually made by a stubborn ghost that couldn't get over her death. My mum then decided to enroll me in this boarding school that she went there herself. It's called Beaumont Abbey school for girls. Even its name sounds too poshy for my liking. She said it will give me a better start, a bit of class (which I lack) and good education. Yeah right!

Once the plane landed, I heard cheers from most of the over enthusiastic people on board.

"Someone is a little to happy", I mumbled getting off the plane and almost instantly being greeted by a sudden chill.

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