The Time That Separates Us (SLOW UPDATES)

Chapter 3

"W-What?" I stuttered. She looked so real! Completely solid, though....now that I actually looked for it, I could see she was slightly transparent. She rolled her eyes.
"Duh. I kinda have a blood stain on my--" she cut herself off as she looked to her stomach. "Oh," she said, slightly surprised, "it blends in really well with my dress."
"What does?" She looked at me like I was an idiot. Hey, I'm not that stupid! I mean, sure I don't get the best grades, but I at least wasn't Drake Carrman from my last school! It's a true mystery how he never got suspended.

"Blood, you dingus. I said that, were you even listening to me?" She crossed her arms and sneered at me. Honestly, it made her even more hot.

But I really wasn't listening to her. I was a bit busy checking you out 'cuz you be fiiiiiiinnnnneeeeee! I thought to myself.
"Wh-Whhhaaaatttt?!?!" She shouted, jaw dropped and eyes blown wide. I gulped.
"I said that out loud, didn't I?" I laughed nervously.
"Figured that one put yourself did ya?" She screamed. I shushed her quickly.
"You want somebody to hear you?!" I whisper shouted. She looked at me like I was an idiot once again. But the way things were going right now, I'm pretty sure I was.
"You're literally the first person to see me since I died," she deadpanned.
"What? Why?"
"Because you're god."
"I am?! Cool! Lightning!" I put my hands in a replica of Blue Scorpion in Mortal Kombat X. Nothing happened.
"Whyyyy?!" She shouted up at the sky. "Why must I be paired with this idiot!"
"Hey, I at least got muscles!" I flexed for her, and wiggled my eyebrows up and down when I realized she was staring. "You like?" I asked her.
"Hot," she said, practically in a trance. I sputtered, and her face grew bright red--ghosts can blush?
"So the cutie thinks I'm hot," I said recovering.
"Crawford," she looked at me, her blush going down.
"Huh?"
"My name is Crawford....Julia Crawford."
"Your that girl who committed suicide!" I exclaimed. Julia growled.
"No," she snarled, "I was murdered. Suicide! Hah!" She threw her hands up in the air. "The coward I called my father didn't even have the guts to admit his crime, did he?"
"Y-your Dad killed you?" My eyes were blown wide. This wasn't okay! Being murdered is bad enough, but by her own father? Now that's just sick. Julia nodded.

I looked at the clock. 11:00 pm.
"Erm, it's kinda late so can I..." I pointed to the clock on my dresser.
"Yea," Julia said, "knock yourself out. I'm gonna sleep on the couch." I looked at her weird. "What? Old habits die hard," she said before walking out my door. I fell asleep dreaming of how Julia died.

-oOo-

Beep, beep, beep! I groaned as I turned around, turning off my alarm and getting up to prepare myself for the first day at school. Granted, it wasn't everybody's first day, I just had the 'luck' to move a few months after school started.

I got out of my warm covers, and picked out an okay outfit. It was just a grey hoodie, jeans and my regular black nikes. I didn't bother to brush my hair, people said I looked better without it brushed anyways.

After quickly eating some cereal and grabbing my backpack, I was ready to head to school, when Julia's voice startled me.

"I'm ready to go!" I whirled around, having forgot that she was there, and asked,
"What do you mean you're ready to go? You're not coming."
"Yes I am! I need to get out of this stuffy apartment, and I can only do that with you!"
"And you know that....how?"
"Duh, the old ghost who visited me told me. He lives on the top floor. An actual suicide if I remember correctly."
"Fine, but how are we gonna talk? I'm not gonna talk to myself and look like a crazy person my first day."
"Hold on," she said before scrunching  her eyes in concentration. Okay, came Julia's voice, can you hear me?
Loud and clear, I thought back.
Good! So we'll talk like this!
Cool,
Only you would think this is cool, you dork. I shot her a withering glare before turning and walking out the door. We walked in silence to my school.

-oOo-

Once there, people looked at me weird like a, Hey, who's the new kid? kind of weird. After getting my schedule and successfully making it to my first class, with only some slight confusion, I sat in my seat and waited for school to start. The classroom started to fill up fairly quickly, and I was mostly ignored as everybody was chatting with their friends.

"Okay, class," the teacher, Mrs. Ramies said, effectively shutting down the loud chatter that had been taking place previously. "We have a new student, so can you tell us your name, where you're from, and five facts about you?"
"Um...okay, my name is Kyle Current, I moved here from Indiana, I enjoy sports, I love sci-fi movies, my dad left me at birth--"
"Bro, what?!" A voice cut me off, "that's messed up, man! Why'd he do it?!" I shrugged.
"He married my mom and didn't want any kids so when she went into labor he just...packed up and left. Mom hid the fact she was pregnant really well. I'm glad he left though; he ended up in jail for....." I looked at Julia. I couldn't say it in front of her! "...Something," I finished off.
"Okay Dylan, Kyle. You can talk more about this subject at lunch, for now would you mind continuing, Kyle?" Mrs. Ramies interrupted. The boy named Dylan nodded and quieted down.
"Um...I stopped a robber last year. Long story, don't ask. And..." I looked at Julia.
Should I?
If you do, I'll kill you.
Okay, then. Not doing it.
"I work out a lot. A lot a lot."
"Every nice, Kyle. Now, today we'll be learning about Shakespeare's play "A Midsummers Nights Dream....."

-oOo-

"Hey, bro," a boy, whom I recognized as Dylan from earlier, came up to me after my morning classes. "Wanna hang out during lunch? I wanna hear that story about how you stopped a robber."
"Sure," I replied, shrugging. "Show me to the cafeteria?" I asked him.
"Yea, no prob, bro. I got your back!"
"Wish someone had mine," muttered Julia, crossing her arms and pouting. I rolled my eyes and followed Dylan.

-oOo-

One thing I would never got used to: the cafeteria. It was always so loud! Dylan led me to a table near the back; close to the jocks and cheerleaders, but not too close. We sat down next to each other, and he unwrapped his beef sandwich, while I opened my chips.

"So," Dylan started between bites, "how'd you stop that robber?" I had just started the story, when a hand slammed down between us.

A jock, named Max, loomed over us with a scowl.
"Can we help you?" I asked.
"Yea," he said gruffly. "You can move."
"Why?"
"Our girls here keep looking at you, listening to your dumb story. Now you can book it or get a black eye."
"Look man," Dylan started, but was cut off by another guy named Brock.
"Shut it, kid. Move."

"No." Everybody stared at me.
"What was that, puny?" Brock growled slowly.
"I said no. I'm not moving, and you can't make me."
"We'll see about that," and with that, he sung his meaty fist at me, hitting me right in the eye. I groaned, giving Max enough time to sucker punch me in the stomach. They closed in on me, twin grins on their faces. I knew that this wouldn't end well....

FINALLY!!!!!!!! IM DONE! Okay, so I have a lot of stuff going on in my life right now, like about 5 projects and a concert this Friday, as well as singing in front of my class (I chose a French song. I am sooooo smart! Please note the sarcasm), and preparing for my birthday (my parents want the whole thing planned out soon). So yea, SLOOOWWW updates, but I'm trying! I hope you enjoy and please give me feedback! Thanks for understanding (I hope)!!!