New Story and Ghost:)
Marilyn's POV:
The chilly but fine weather made my nose red as I rub it. Lately I had been not feeling well either its the weather or.......yeah that's pretty much it nothing else is making my nose stuffed besides the chills.
I lean against the couch my mother making hot cocoa for my not-so-flu. It is only the weekend and I hope I get better enough to go to school tomorrow. My hope is to see Marcel every week day. That is the only reason why I like going to school. The most sweetest guy is being bullied by two ignorant assholes, but recently that has not happen. Louis seem to stop hanging out with Zayn and started hanging out alone when Zayn still harasses Marcel. It is weird if you ask me, maybe Louis found peace with himself and Zayn will probably always be a jerk.
"Here you go honey" my mother walks in with my second cup of cocoa making my stomach so full.
I gladly take it from her as she sat beside me.
"So how's school?" she asks as she flips channels on the TV
"great"
"how's Marcel?"
"fine" and usually this is our own conversation but what caught me off guard was a sign on a window.
It read 'Roses & Daisies'. Who had written this? Was this another helpless ghost, or the neighbors daughter who automatically snuck to our back yard to write this? Roses and daisies...
"do you?" my mother cuts my thoughts and gaze as I turn to her giving me a weird look.
"Do I what?" I turn back around and suddenly the words were gone
"Like Marcel?" my mother says
"What?"
"Oh don't play dumb on me, you looove him" she says as a little kid would tell
"Mom! I like him as a friend, what are you some physco?" ha, my mom is really something else
"Whatever, I'll just leave you and your dirty thoughts about him" she smiles and finishes as she gets up and leaves the room
I nod my head in disagreement allowing myself not to get up from this couch and attack her. Me and Marcel? I like Marcel as a friend and since when did I talked to her about him? He did come to my house last week to do our homework but not out of the ordinary have I showed any intentions towards Marcel. My mother is a delusional women.
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"Marilyn wait up!" I hear a voice yelling my name over the big crowd
I turned around to see Marcel rushing over me, his hair a mess and backpack almost falling off his shoulder. I laughed a little at the way his legs ran towards me funny, oh god. As he approached me he let out a stress breath its amazing how fast he got here.
"You in track?" i laughed
"What? no.." he seemed confuse and not getting my joke
"Why were you running?"
"I woked up late, not enough time to do my daily routine that I do every mornings" he said
"What are the routine's?" I stiffle a laugh as i reach up my hand to fix his frizzing hair
And I still wonder if he has curly hair just like Harry. Marcel gave me eye widen look before speaking.
"You know, psh, like any highschool student does every morning.." he drifted off. I cross and just said mhmm
"Eleanor for president!" a kid shouts out, mine and Marcel's attention turn around to see a group of teens surrounding a table in the middle of the hallway.
Some pass out paper or some sort of stickers. I turn back to Marcel "what's going on over there?" I ask
"Some election?" he shrugged
I nodded as we both walked further to the table. Election? I always hated them, because when I was in middle school I never won! I had always made speeches but people end up falling asleep during my performance, I hated it. Even in the slightest I wish I had the chance to feel accoladed for once, or more. I just wanted to know how it felt to be heard and obeyed to but supposedly that never happen.
Not all things go your way.
"Hey! I'm Eleanor!" said a girl with a real high position and brown curly hair.
Her smile wide and her brown eyes shining. She wore a shirt with her face on it. Wow this election is really something, ey?
Marcel just stood akward behind me like a 7 year-old would do.
"Marilyn and this is Marcel" I smiled
"Nice to meet you guys, mind if you guys consider yourselves to vote for me?" she smiled a huge smiled. She handed us a sticker that read 'vote for Eleanor' as Marcel nervously took it.
I just nodded and smile saying, "Sure".
Everything grew quiet for some reason, it was the kind of quiet were you have everyone gossip about something. The hallways were full but in the crowd you can see each and every person in their own group.
A boy with a quiff blonde hair walked the direction where Marcel and I stood. Everyone seem to have their focused on him, even Marcel but it confused me. As he moved along I could see his blue ocean eyes and his expression he held was simple. Just simple. Not caring who saw and worried him.
Who was this guy? and why did he have everyone amazed towards him? I turn to Marcel as the crowd seem to go back to were it usually has been. I gave him a questioning look as he shrugged.
" Who was that?" i ask Marcel
He opened his mouth to speak but Eleanor seem to cut him off.
"Niall, he just transferred from Ireland to here" she smiled as she handed out much more papers from her election
"And why was everyone staring at him? I mean it was sorta rude" I said. Once I moved here everyone seem to be pleased from my not so British accent but that totally changed.
It never occurred me that they would be staring at a boy who came from Ireland when really their are plenty here besides him. What was so interesting about this new guy anyway?
"I heard about someone dieing from his past that that's why he switched schools, something like that..." Eleanor shrugged as I raised a brow following her.
The bell ring signaling us that is was time to start school. Which meant Marcel and I have to go our separate ways, sucks.
"Well, see you third hour" I smile at him as he did the same
"Yup, bye" he finished as he walked away fixing that messing hair of his. Oh Marcel
I started to walk the opposite way that Marcel had went as I passed along people still talking with their friends not caring about their classes. I ignore them but something caught my eye there, there a few feet away from me a locker was in my way. A locker that was yellow was in front me? I looked around making sure anyone but me saw it too but appreantly no one was.
This was one of my visions, things that float I'm my head when it involves spirits, spirits that are here in this world not ready to move on to the unknown heaven. And then I stood for a few seconds until writing was appearing on this large yellow locker. It seem like it was written with red lipstick, the familiar words I seen before were there.
Roses and Daises.
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Ghost Whisperer//MARCEL FANFIC **ON HOLD**
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