My Ghost Boy

~Chapter 7~ Gone

Mackenzie's Point of View

I wake up and stretch with my eyes closed, I need to look for a new job today. I open my eyes and I'm shocked at what I see. More like, what I don't see. Joseph isn't laying beside me, like he always does. I feel safe when I'm around him and now I feel exposed and small.

I sit up and look around, "Joseph?" I say before getting up and walking to the window. I bet he's just playing a prank on me. I smile and say with sarcasm, "This is reeaal funny." I turn around and still no Joseph. I walk over and look in my closet, "Just come out already." I say.

I sit on my bed and wait a few minutes for him. I bet I'm just over thinking this, he'll be back later. He could be busy or something, although, what would a ghost boy be doing? ...Talking to hot ghost girls?! What the heck is wrong with me. I stand up and get ready then walk downstairs.

My mom catches me before I can slip outside. "Mackenzie? Come over and sit with us, sweetie." My mom says and I internally roll my eyes and walk over there and sit at the kitchen table with them. "We need to talk." She says. Those are the four worst words I've ever heard in human history. When someone says 'We need to talk.' something is either wrong or your in trouble. "About what?" I ask and glance at my dad who just put down the newspaper and is staring at me. When he puts down the paper, he means business.

"You haven't been acting like yourself lately." My mom says and I furrow my eyebrows and ask, "How?" My dad speaks up and says, "Well, for one, you barely come out of your room. For two, you've stopped going to work." I look at him and say, "Um, actually, I quit that job and I'm going to look for a new one today." My mom looks at me and asks, "Why did you quit?" I look at her and say, "My boss was mean and I didn't get paid that much anyway, so.." My dad says, "How was he mean?" I'm gonna explode if they don't stop interrogating me. "I don't really know how to explain. Just trust me, ok?" It goes silent after I say that and all I get for a reply is head nods.

"I really need to go, I'll be back later." I say before getting up and walking outside. Sense we moved into this  house, it seems like all they care about is me having a job and making money. Or maybe I've just noticed.