My name is Lacey Alderman. I'm 17 years old, and I go to Northwest high. I'm 5'6 and classified as an outcast. I have waist length, wavy black hair and grey eyes. And I can see ghosts. No! Don't run away! Ok, good. I'm a freak, I know. Sorry for scaring you.
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Beep Beep Beep!
My alarm goes off. Another day of bullies to come. I get out of bed and slide my feet into my slippers.
"Hey, Lace!" Esmeralda Dare says.
"Hi Esmeralda. What's up?" I ask.
Esmeralda is a ghost. She died of an axe to the throat, that's all I know, she doesn't like to talk about it much.
"I am! Hehe!" She floated upward. Her emerald green dress billowing outward.
"Haha! Well, I have to get dressed, if you don't mind, um..."
"Oh! Right!" She smacked her forehead, and turned around.
"Thanks Esmeralda!"
"No problem, Lacey!"
I dress myself in a grey t-shirt and blue jeans. My hair is a mess. It has snarls a plenty, it looks like a rat's nest today! I run a brush through my ragged hair.
"Fishtail braid it, Lace!" Esmeralda says.
"Ok! Give me a sec... alright! Let's do this!" I fail almost immediately. "Esmeralda! How do you do this!" I complain.
"Relax, Lacey! Ok, I'll do it."
"Alright. I trust you!"
She started fiddling and tugging with my hair.
"Done!" She said, a while later.
"Cool, I'm gonna go eat breakfast. You coming?"
"You betcha!"
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I make bacon and eggs for breakfast.
"Oh, Esmeralda, what will I do? I have a huge test today!"
"Don't worry! I will help you! No one else can hear or see me right?"
"Right..."
"So, I will whisper answers in your ear!"
"Okay... will you just float above me?"
"Yup! Or beside you! All day I will be with you!"
"Okay, fair enough."
"Great! Now, go get your jacket on!"
"Okay! Don't rush me!"
"Hehe!"
I pull on a black leather jacket lace up my black doc martens. I flip my braid over my shoulder so I doesn't get caught in my bag.
"It seems the theme is punk rock black?" Esmeralda asked.
"Sorta, it's just that I like black. Easy to hide in."
"Okay, if you say so, Lace!"
"Let's go to school, and try not do die. Remember! I can't talk to you at school or I will get bullied more. Let's try not to make that happen."
"Kay Lace. Let's go!"
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"Where's your little ghost friend, loser?" Amy Northwest, the school mean girl teased. Her icy blue eyes sending a shiver down my spine. Her blond hair curling diva-ishly. (Is that even a word? I don't know.) Today, she wore a hot pink dress and matching heels and purse. I hated her.
"Go away." I mutter.
"Hmm? What did you say? Repeat that again please, loser."
"I have a name." I say.
"Yeah... but I don't care, and I asked you a question. Where's your ghost friend?"
"Go away." I say again.
"What?"
"I said, GO AWAY!" I shout at Amy. Everyone around us stares.
"Sorry can't do that."
I push past her, stepping on her toes, making them all muddy. I twist my foot. And walk away. Getting away from the others watchful gaze.
"Ow! That hurts!" She called after me.
"Sorry." I say, hiding a grin.
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Ghost
Siêu nhiênLacey was a troubled kid. She never had many friends growing up, only Brandon, her best friend. Brandon and Lacey can see ghosts. They have friends who are ghosts. But now, an evil ghost named Jerry, is trying to kill Lacey. All while she tries to b...
