Yulia groaned as she got onto the bus the following monday, seeing that it was over crowded just like she remembered it. She noticed that the back seat where she had sat before was unoccupied so she took a seat, putting her ear phones in and turning her Ipod as loud as it would go, letting the music drown out the world.
Suddenly she felt a tab on her shoulder, prompting her to remove one ear bud and turn to look at the people behind her.
"You know that seat's cursed right? Some girl killed herself a few years ago and since then everyone who sits there gets in a a accident."
A boy no more than fourteen stated, earning a smirk.
More like Karma...Those bastards are getting what they gave."
She thought before "I don't think I have anything to worry about because that girl didn't die, she moved."
She stated, turning back around before the boy asked
"How do you know?"
She resisted the urge to laugh aloud.
"I know Yulia personally."
The school was exactly how she remembered it, though this time there seemed to be two groups. The cool kids and then the prissy, Pissy populars-as Yulia dubbed them-Lena was currently sitting with a group of six at a back table, laughing at something that one guy said.
At least she isn't quiet as alone as I was.
She thought as she texted Ivan, saying
School sux but seems different than back then. Talk to you later ol' man.
She stated, smirking at the phone when it suddenly buzzed, the words.
Shut up and go to class Volkova.
Coming over the screen.
"Boyfriend?"
A familiar voice asked, causing her to snap the phone shut and turn to see Victor standing there.
"So what if it was?"
She retorted, thinking how he reminded her of those idiots in Ivan's restaurant.
"Ooh, feisty. No need to be like that new girl, I was just going to ask you if you wanted to catch a movie sometime?"
He asked, drawing his shoulders back slightly.
I swear he acts like a fucking peacock.....what is up with all the fuck boys in moscow now?
She thought before retorting "sorry Jock-strap, I'm taken. I'm sure rosie palm could use a date though."
She stated, walking off leaving him dumbfounded behind her and with his buddies laughing at him.
Without saying word Yulia walked over to where Lena was sitting and smiled slightly.
"Sorry about yesterday, I didn't introduce myself properly. My name is Olegovna Shapovalov."
Lena stared for a moment before saying "okay then miss shapovalov, how the hell do you know me?"
Lena responded earning another wink.
"I gotta keep some secrets Miss Katina. I am but a ghost from the past."
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Ghosts Of The Past (A t.A.T.u Fanfic)
FanfictionSome say that the past can not hurt you, however for Yulia that is the farthest thing from the truth, especially when she is trying to supress most of her self and start over, which is ruined by the fact that a girl from her former school has spread...
