My Eyes Pick Up What Most Leave Behind

Chapter Three

Chapter 3

"Here, hold this.," Alice said. She tilted her head and looked at me. "You look quite odd." I looked in the mirror and burst out laughing, for the second time in ten minutes. Her first idea of a disguise is not working to well. I looked like....I don't even know. I had pink hair (it was a wig) and expertly done makeup. But I was wearing bright blue skinny jeans, along with a baggy, purple top. It was so not me. Alice could pull it off, but I couldn't.  

"Forget it." I said. Then a not-so-great-but-good-enough idea hit me. "Wait. I could say that I was practicing for a play. A play where I had to compliment the other character, whom I didn't really like. It covers up my talking to myself, and disses Brandon in the process!" 

"Brilliant!" Alice shouted in her slight British accent. Here in California, we have many different dialects, accents, and countries of origin. But I'm somewhere near San Francisco, in a town called Roseville, where the weather is never perfect. Always too hot or too cold. Never in between. My phone buzzed for the millionth time, and I read all the texts. Most of them said "I'm sooo sorry. But are you okay? Why were you talking to a wall?" but one stood out. It was from Erick. "Hello, love. How are you feeling?" I couldn't help but smile.

Alice picked up on my sudden mood change quickly. "Why are you so happy all of a sudden?" She questioned, and snatched the phone from me. She read the text and looked at me. "Who is this Erick? And why did he call you love?"  

"Erick is someone I met on the way home from Brandon's party. I don't have the answer to the second question. He is Irish, but I thought it was the British who used 'love' as a term of endearment." I responded. 

"No, Irish use it too, a lot of cultures do, but mostly when speaking in their own language. I guess he knew that you don't speak Gaelic." 

"Oh. I see." I typed back a response. "I'm feeling a lot better. We still on for tomorrow?" I shut my phone before Alice could see. It buzzed right away, and Alice gave me a questioning look. His text said, "Yes. I'll be at your house by 10 in the morning." I responded. "Ok. Sounds good."  I plugged my phone into the wall and walked across the hall to my bathroom. "Alice, get your butt over here. You've gotta help me clean off all of this make up." 

"Yes, dear. Anything for you." She responded sarcastically. I rolled my eyes. Just then my mom walked into the room. "Hey, hon. What do you w-" She stopped in mid-sentence once she looked at me. I told her everything, she knew about my 'gift'. We are pretty close.

She shares my honey colored hair with me, but she has brown eyes. I got my green eyes from my dad. My dad and my mom are divorced though, and have been since about two years ago. My dad and I rarely talk, but we still communicate.

After the very long talk, I asked her, "What were you saying when you walked in?" 

"Oh, I was just wondering what you wanted for dinner." She said. 

"Spaghetti, please!" I said. She nodded her head and went down stairs. Alice packed up her stuff. But right before she left, I felt another ghost. I looked at her, and she looked at me. "Yes?" we both said in unison. We scared the ghost to death. After regaining herself, the ghost said, "Oh great. Two teenage freaks. I was just hanging out. Thanks for bursting my bubble." She said, making a popping motion.  

Alice replied, rather wittily, "Oh, we burst YOUR bubble? Try walking downstairs and coming face to face with you!" Our little ghost friend was shocked. 

"Alice, that's enough" I whispered. Alice rolled her eyes and carried her bag out to her car, and the little ghostie followed her. I watch the ghost get into Alice's trunk, and warned Alice. 

"I'll take care of her when I get home. She'll never want to talk to me, or any other peeved teenage girl, again." She said. I sighed.  

" I don't really approve of your method...." I said. She pretended she didn't hear me. She walked around the back of her car, and on the way to the driver's seat, she slammed the trunk shut. She speed of as I walked back into my house. I smelled the scent of home-made Spaghetti, and smiled.