Ghost Whisperer//MARCEL FANFIC **ON HOLD**

Part 11

Marilyn's POV:

"Roses and Daisies?" Marcel questioned as I told him about this new ghost

"Yup, just last night and today morning when we went our separate ways" I said

It was lunch already and me and Marcel decided to be outside today as we ate our own lunch enjoying the cold weather. I ask Marcel if we should go inside since it seem like his teeth wouldn't stop shattering during our conversation. And he still wouldn't just tell that we should go inside for some warmth.

I fine it easy to say Marcel is a sweet adoring person with so much intelligence how do people nowadays don't seem to see that? Oh my god why I'm I thinking of him right now, I should be thinking about this new ghost.... focuse Marilyn.

"Hello Marilyn, you there?” Marcel snapped me out my thoughts as I gazed at him

"Umm... sorry what?" I shook my head looking somewhere else

"I said, if you think this ghost has anything to do with that new kid?"

That new kid. Of course why didn't i think about that?

"Maybe! Why didn't i think of that?"

"Well I am a genius" Marcel bragged as I rolled my eyes playfully

"Yes Marcel you are quite the Einstein" i laughed

"Yeah!" he said admiring himself

If anything Eleanor did tell me that new kid lost someone in his past, maybe this spirit is attached to him. And if I was wrong it still occurred to me people at our school judge him with their eyes.  It could be one of his relatives or a person really to him. Then I remember red lip stick written on the yellow locker, it could somehow be a girl.

Everyday I wonder how i still contact with the dead. And I didn't have to tell everyone about this but Marcel believed me, that is all I want. I just hope this ghost isn't complicating as the other one, Harry. I actually miss him, even as stubborn as he was he had a little Marcel inside of him. It made me smile.

"Marilyn look there he is" Marcel pointed towards the new student who sat by himself eating his own lunch

His shoulder were slummped down as he listen to music. I watch intently already feeling sorry for him, I was once him actually I'm still that way except I'm not alone this time.

"We should go over there" i tell Marcel

"What? No he'll probably think we're not worthy for his surroundings. Look at him, does he look like us?" Marcel complain as I rolled my eyes

"Well I find that really offensive, Marcel, I could go alone" I stood up grabbing my tray and bag

Marcel sat there surprise that I had the guts to talk to new kid. I didn't want to wait, a person with a gift needed to find clues and thats what I'm going to do right now. Marcel cannot stop me.

As I reached the table this new kid didn't look up he was just swiftly eating his food and listening to music not minding nothing else. I place my tray on the table hoping that got his attention, mentally it didn't. So I sat down putting my bag aside and I had tapped his hand.

He finally realize my existence as if he really did see me the first time but decided to ignore me. I smile not to creepy like as he look at me confuse placing his earphones down.

"Hey" I said

"Hi" he seem unusual

"I'm Marilyn" people seem to notice us as they walked pass us curiously.