Deathly kissed: A ghostly romance

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Thank god Edward left yesterday. I didn't see him in the morning either so that means he understood what I was trying to tell him.
I made my way to my first lesson which lucky for me was english. I sat down in the second row and waited for my teacher to arrive. A girl sat beside me and introduced herself as Harriet. She looked very poshy however she seemed to be a very caring and wonderful person. We talked about how this school sucks until the teacher assigned to this class came.
Mrs. Smith, as she introduced herself was a very strict teacher. Her hair was wrapped up in a bun and she sported what seems like a 19th century briefcase. Why is everything about this school so old I muttered to myself. My next class which was french was a little more cheerful. I had Leonie in my class which made it a bit more passable because at least I knew somebody. During lunch I introduced Harriet and Leonie to eachother, happy that I made a few friends here.

Lunch passed by so quickly, we walked in the school gardens together after we ate and then made our way to our next class. The other teachers were not that bad. The psychology teacher Ms. Potter was my favourite of all. Not only did she teach well but somehow she got through to me. Well, at least I will be looking forward for my psychology lessons.

I made my way into my dorm room and sat on the bed. What a day! what I felt like was a warm bath and a good night sleep. Last night was the only night this year that I slept through without any interruptions. I made my way into my ensuite bathroom and filled my tub which was a cast iron raised double ended bath. You know the white ones with golden legs. I lit up some candles and soaked my tired body in the warm bubbly water. The soapy aroma was enough to refuel my energy to continue some school work. So I got out of the bath and wrapped myself in a towel to dry off. I got into my nightwear which consisted of an old shirt and very short shorts and made my way into my room.

But guess who I was greeted with. Good guess! Edward. I mentally groaned and went to sit on one of the armchairs. Trying to cover myself up with a blanket. Edward followed me and sat on the other armchair.

"What are you doing here again, after I told you to leave?" I snapped at him.

"Sorry sweetheart but this is my home. I can't leave", he replied smiling softly.

"Ok fine, I get that you ghosts tend to hang out in the place you passed away but ... first of all I have rules.
Rule no. 1: do not enter my ensuite bathroom
Rule no. 2: do not touch my things and rule no.

3: make yourself scarce as much as possible. ok?" I added firmly.

" Of course", he replied softly.

" And in the meantime I will try to figure out what is keeping you stuck here as a ghost", I stated. After all that's my job.

" Good luck with that", he muttered, more to himself.