Ghost Whisperer//MARCEL FANFIC **ON HOLD**

Part 34

It was Saturday morning, the day finally came. Halloween. I laid on my bed with my eyes open staring at the blank ceiling. My room was dark at the moment not wanting to get up to open the curtains yet, but I knew I had to get up sometime to do chores.

Yes. My mother has given me loads of chores to do over the weekend ever since I fought Jess. As much as I hated to do them I knew she only was doing what every parent does when their kid does trouble. Punish the hell out of them and make sure a lesson is learned. My mom can't always be my best friend. I'm just glad I wasn't raised by a crack head.

And trust me, many kids have parents like that. It's very tragic.

Even if my father wasn't around my mother still took the opportunity to raise me. With or without my dad. He pretty much left my mom once he found out we were moving to London and he didn't take it so well. I mean he full on ignored my mother and me all these years and if you ask any of my mother's relatives, they will tell her the same thing. My dad moved on.

I don't know where, but the last time we heard from him he was doing business in America. So now my mother and I don't ever speak about this anymore because we both knew it'll just bring back memories. God knows where he is now and what he's been up to.

I was always afraid to find out that he moved on and started a new family with some other woman. That the more I thought of it the more it made me feel awful if he was being a father to some other family he has not ever told us about. It would be really upsetting to see if that were to come.

Now I just have my mother. Even if my highschool years haven't been really pretty in a new town with none of my relatives close by, I still manage to find wonderful friends lately.

A funny thought occurred to me when I first moved into this house and new town when I remember I practically tried to convince my mom I wanted to move back to where we use to live. She finally snapped at me by screaming awful things like 'we could never go back, you hear? This is your home now.' I cried one night and I had decided to ignore her for weeks. I given her harsh glares when she wasn't looking and sometimes I'd complain her food was disgusting even when it was so darn amazing. Though I couldn't let her win and I never wanted her to see me smile.

I was a stubborn child. It was funny because I grew to love the place once my mom took me around town to see new things. I will never forget the people who would stare at us once in while because we didn't have accents like they did. People would just stare and probably even whisper among each other. But I grew to ignore them at least that's what my mother wanted me to do.
So I did.

Even as much as I hated to live here, I wouldn't have met the most astonishing people in my life. If i got to be honest though I was never making new friends back at my country where I was born. No one talked to me much when I was in elementary because I remember when I'd talk to myself a lot. Little kids bugged me because they thought I was talking to some imaginary friend or something; even when I was talking to spirits. At least that's how my grandmother found out we shared the same ability.

My grandmother believed it skip a generation when it came to my mother. She said I had a very special gift my mother never inherited. My mom believed in all that spirit talk but she wanted me to stay away far away as possible from her mother because she was teaching me things to say to the non-existing ones. That once we moved my mother thought i wouldn't be able to see those things anymore but oh boy she was wrong.

So I never told her I still had my ability and I still help those in need. Who was I kidding? Who knows where she might send us next? Mexico? America? I couldn't let that happen.