Cursed

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Chapter 8

"You did what?!"  Mom fumed, staring down at me with her hands on her hips.

"I told him I could see ghosts.  It's not that big of a deal, Mom."  I pointedly stared back at her and made myself more comfortable in the cushions of one of our cream couches.  I just broke the news to her and at first she was happy, but then the whole sentence sunk in and she totally freaked out on me.  If I knew she was going to flip out this much, I wouldn't have opened my mouth at all. 

"Not a big deal?  This is a big deal! I'm the only one who's supposed to know!"  She shook her head and placed her hand on her forehead, starting to pace the carpet.

I furrowed my eyebrows.  "Mom, what are you talking about?"

She kept walking back and forth, but talked anyways.  "Honey, I worked really hard to get this date for you.  You're not supposed to just spill the beans right when you first meet him!"  She noisily sighed and muttered something under her breath about naive teenagers. 

"That's what you're complaining about?  Because I told him my secret?"  I laughed at her and when she snapped her head towards me in anger, I muffled it with my hand.  "Well, for your information, he actually believes me.  So don't get your panties in a wad just yet."  I shook my head and chuckled some more.

She stopped in her tracks and plopped herself onto the couch next to me, eyebrows raised with a hidden smile wanting to burst out from its hiding place.  "Seriously?"  She looked surprised and hopeful, acting like she was young again.  I wish I could read her thoughts.

I nodded enthusiastically and couldn't fight the smile from creeping on my face.  "Yeah.  I couldn't believe it either."

She gasped, her grin actually reaching her eyes for once in a ling time,  and her hand flew to her mouth.  "What are you still doing here, then?  It's been two days.  That's too long!"  She leaped off the couch promptly and started running all over the house looking for something, lifting up stacks of papers and opening the cabinets.  She even looked in the dish washer.  She kept mumbling to herself about someone's phone number, and then it hit me.  She was probably looking for Dia's cell number.

I stood up and leisurely walked over to where she was fervently filing through a stack of papers.  Right when I got next to her, her hand flew into the air carrying a small sticky note.

"Aha!"  She exclaimed with an accomplished smile on her face.  She turned and jumped a little when she realized I was right in front of her.  She swiftly calmed down and threw me the slip.  "Go have fun sweety."

"Mom, I already have his number."  I informed, anticipating her reaction.  He eyes widened a centimeter.

She snatched the slip back and pretend scowled at me.  "Is that who you've been texting these past two days?"

I rolled my eyes and smiled slightly. Yes, it was true.   "Who else would I be texting, Mom?"

She shrugged.  "Good point."  After a few mintues of Mom fixing the stack of papers she messed up, she faced me and sent an impatient look my way, like she was expecting me to do something.  She was even tapping her foot on the tile.  Her gaze made me uncomfortable and I shifted.

"What?"

She threw her hands into the air in exasperation.  "Go call him already!"

"Oh, right."  I nodded my head.  I turned and walked away, but not before I spotted the smirk on my Mom's face.  I rolled my eyes again and pulled my phone out, seeing that I had a new text message.  The tiny pixels on the screen read that it was from none-other-than Sam.