Amara Gilbert

Chapter 7

"Well done, Elena," Amara said sarcastically and sat on one of the sinks in the boy's bathrooms. "Great idea, confronting a teenage boy at school in front of I don't know, like every one!" Glowering at her twin, Amara wasted no time in following Elena out of the men's room as her sister turned to leave.

Should Jeremy was making some bad choices but all teenagers do. Especially teenage boys that have lost their family. Didn't Elena know Jeremy at all? Yes drugs are bad and so is sleeping with slutty Vicki Donovan, but it was his coping mechanism. It was also the only one he has and he isn't going to give it up because judgemental Elena told him to.

"Uh, pardon me."

Well that's a new voice though Amara. It perked her interest and pushed onto her tippy toes to look over Elena's shoulder.

"Um..Is this the men's room?" The good-looking guy asked Elena with a strange look.

Amara snorted at his question and smirked seeing the blush on her sister cheeks as she stared up at the hot newcomer.

Amara analysised the new guy, he had a nice jaw, great hair and from what she could see he had a incredible body that would impress anyone.

"Y-y-yes," Elena said stumbling over her words. "I...um...was just-" Amara rolled her eyes at her sister. "It's a long story," her twin finally said with a hopeless smile.

She liked him, Amara thought with a smirk and she found it kind of funny. But soon got bored and rolled her eyes and glared at the staring couple, fed-up with the cutesy eye-contact and sweaty palms.

"God, Elena, come lets go!" She said with a groan "You've got history and Tanner ain't going to go easy on ya!"

Amara felt angry that she had been reduced to following her "wall-flower" sister around and actually finding interest in the first meeting of the guy who could very well be Elena's second boyfriend.

She turned on her heels and stalked away.

When she realised that she was dead it seemed unreal. It was like nothing had changed all except her mum and dad weren't there.

At first she couldn't understand how she was both there and not there at the same time. She walked around town hoping that someone might see her, but no one could.

She started to grow more and more frustrated everyday. She was never a patient person and she was going to snap.

Soon.

She didn't was to simple observe the life that she wasn't apart of any more and seeing everyone continue on without her. She couldn't handle it.

Her anger grow with her frustration. She cannot even stand her own company any more!

"It's not fair!" She spat out, her hands clenched at her sides as she stalked down the street. "I just-!" She screamed coming to a stop.

She gripped her hair and pulled painfully at the roots, needing something to happen. Something to change. Something to give her a little hope! That everything was going to get better!

She was fuming. She let out a scream as she threw her arms out in a violent sweep of motion.

Pain exploded in her hand and instinctively she pulled her hand to her chest. Her raging emotions instantly settled.

She looked down at her hand with wide eyes. She was shocked when she saw blood coming out of the wound on her hand and it was slowly starting to bruise.

How?

She staggered back when she saw the knocked over mailbox laying on the ground.

She'd knocked it over.

Her mind was racing. How was it even possible? She'd had a lot of time to figure out the 'rules'.

You could go anywhere, use anything, as long as it changed nothing in the real world. You couldn't interact with the living. This rule was absolute.

So how had she knocked over the mailbox?