Medium

Chapter 2

So you could say my life has completely changed since then. Everybody knows what i can do. When i walk through the halls they look at my different. It's like I'm the freaking girl who can do things that other people can't.

I decide to go to the cemetery where I can feel like i belong. I've never done that since I have found out. My mom says that its not safe, but i don't know what else to do at this point.

As I walk closer to the cemetery this feeling that I have gets stronger and stronger. I hear these voices that i have never heard before. The one that stands out the most is a little girl name Annabelle. I can see her in front of me with her white nighty and her torn up teddy bear in her hands. Staring back at me like a deer caught in the headlights. It takes her about 5 minutes to start talking.

"Hi, my name is Annabelle. whats yours?" she says with a soft and sweet little girl voice.

"My name is Nicole," i say to her.

"Wow, you can hear me? Can you see me too?" she says with excitement on her face. "Are you one of those. The people who can see and hear us?" she asks before I can answer the other question.

"Yes. At least i think i am. I'm a medium," i reply quickly before she asks another question.

"A medium what?" she asks having no idea what i mean when i say medium.

"A medium is someone who can talk to the dead." I reply.

"OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD. YOUR ONE OF THOSE!!" She utters with excitement.

"I guess i am"

"We should totally be best friends. I mean ever since I died i haven't meet anybody yet. Us spirits cant talk to other spirits." She replies with her sweet little girl voice.

"We can try. I mean i don't really know you. We should go to the park and hang out though," I say hoping that she wouldn't mind.

"Okay. Let's go," she replies.

Annabelle and i walk away to the park right down the street from the cemetery. I think to myself. 'Is it weird to have a spirit as a friend?' But then i realize who cares. Nobody can see us anyway.

As we are half way down the street, one of the "popular" girls from my school walks by.

"Who is that?" Annabelle asks.

I run into the bushes noticing what Annabelle was talking about. I mean i couldn't have her thinking i was even more weird then she already thinks i am.