Seeker

Chapter One

I remember the first time I spoke to a ghost. I was ten and it was a lady named Pam. She wanted me to tell her son, the one in my class, that she loved him. I was caught talking to myself by just about everyone in the fifth grade. After that, no one  ever talked to me again after that. Everyone except for my best friend Chris.

We have been friends since second grade and he didn’t care that I talked to ghost. The crazy thing is he believed me, when everyone else saw me as a lunatic.

My name is Skylar Jackson and I have been seeing ghosts since I was ten. I’ve only told my parents. Chris and my grandmother. She died recently thou. She did come to me thou.

Ever since I was ten I’ve decided to ignore the ghosts, but that doesn’t stop me from being teased in my small Ohio town. I’m sixteen now and kids are still juvenile. I haven’t been really teased since I was in ninth grade, but still. For some reason the  alone time, besides Chris, is comforting.

Chris isn’t exactly a nobody. Ever since I’ve known him he’s been popular. Everyone loves him and everyone thinks he’s crazy for being friends with me. He’s kept my secret all these years and I really think he’s amazing and that’s why I’m falling in love with my best friend. It’s pretty new for me. I think I always have, but I’ve never known. It doesn’t matter thou. Not even the slightest. Head never actually date me.

Now it’s the first day of school and he’s outside waiting for me. I’ve spent all morning getting ready. I’m known for two things in this town and one is for being a freak and the other is for my looks and fashion since. This isn’t the story of some loser girl who dresses like a hobo. This is the story of how I found out what I’m good at. I’d always felt out of place in life. After my experiences…not so much.

When I get down stairs Chris is waiting for me. I get into the car and put on my seat belt.

“Don’t you look nice today.” He says looking me over.

“Don’t I always.” I smile and run a hand through my straight red hair. It’s not like a bright, bright red, but it’s red. And no I don’t have freckles. I guess I got lucky. Chris says I have porcelain skin and red lips. He says I’m a regular beauty.

He always takes notice of my outfits. Especially if their new. Today a yellow sundress and sandals

“That you do.” I smile and pull some lip gloss out of my bag and pull down the mirror and when I look in it, just as I’m about to put on my lip gloss I see him in the backseat. I look back and then I look at Chris.

“Do you see him?” I ask. Trying to make sure.

“Nope.” He pulls off and keeps his eyes on the road. I turn around and just ignore the ghost in the backseat.

“I know you can see me kid.” An annoying old man. Great. “Hey!” He yells. I wince and Chris looks over at me. “Heyyy!” He yells and then the window wipers start to wipe and the car stops. “We can sit here all day.”

“Is he doing this?” Chris asks. I nod. “Please help him so I can get to school.”

“What.” I turn to the ghost. “Why won’t you just leave me alone?”

“Because I need your help. Sport. I need you to find my wife for me. It’s important. I never got to say goodbye and other ghosts told me that you can see us.” I sigh dramatically.

“I will help you after school. Now please just let us go.” He nods and then disappears. Then the car starts.

“I’ve always thought you talking to ghosts are cool.” I role my eyes.