Twist3d_Dr3am sorry took forever but here's ya go.
"Doesn't this house look nice? It's everything we're looking for!" My mom says and she looks around in awe.
The realtor says,"Take it or keep looking?"
"Jada? What do you think?"
"Mom... I could care less. I just want to get out of our old apartment. Do whatever you want." I answer her.
"We'll take it."
As my mother fills out the papers and all the other stuff in order to buy this house. I look around. I'm all reality it's a beautiful house. But there has to be a flaw. There always is. But what's the flaw? It doesn't seem to have anything wrong with it.
I walk into the largest room in the house that's not the master bedroom. I definitely feel like this will be my room. Something about the room, it just felt like there was an invisible connection. There was something. I could just tell. Although as I looked around the house, something about it seemed familiar. The smell of it just gave me a sense of deja vu. But why? What about this house is so familiar to me? What could it be? It's seems so connected. Like there's chemistry. Some way. Some how. But what could it be?
"You want this room?" My mother says as she walks up behind me scaring me a bit.
"Oh yah. I like how it has a bay window." I say pointing to it.
"Well it can be yours."
About a day later or so we're bringing our pack of belongings to our new home. Box after box our house is easily filled with cardboard everywhere. Upstairs. Downstairs. Left. Right.
As I'm in my room unpacking box full of my clothes, my mother unpacks dishes in the kitchen.
Every now and then I would have a sense... Like as if I was being watched, but I ignored it.
"What are you doing?" I hear an unfamiliar voice as I have my back turned and I face the closest.
"I ummmm..." I turn around to see nobody.
I must be hearing and imagining things, I thought. I probably just need to get some rest I say to myself and walk over to my mattress for a nap.
As my eyes are shut I hear the unfamiliar voice again,"Jada... Jada... Jada..."
Then I jolted my eyes open to she who was the person.
"Oh my it's just you.." I sigh.
"Well of course it is," She laughs a bit,"I just came to see if you wanted Chinese Takeout."
"Yah... Sure mom. That's fines."
A minute later after mother had left the room and I was all alone, I think at least.
I stand back up out of bed, stretching just a bit.
"What are you doing here? This is my home."
I turn to my side to see a familiar teenage boy around my age...
"Get out... Now or I'll call the police." I demand.
"Please don't Jada." He says.
"How do you know my name?"
"Library..." He answered,"I bumped into you at the library."
"Oh okay, well leave! Now!" I reach out to grab his wrist to drag him out, but my finger slid right through him.
"Huh? What?"
I go to poke his chest to make sure I'm not dream.
"Stop that!"
"You're a ghost?"
