Through the Mirror

~ghost - ella henderson~

Chapter 3

The next two days of school were no different than the first. I've got a few homework assignments, but nothing too heavy. I'm just waiting for a pop quiz any minute. My eyelids drooped when I took a look at the clock. I still had lunch and a few more classes to go. I opened my phone camera to see if I looked as tired as I felt. I held it up so I could see my hair too. As I focused on a spot on my chin, I caught something in the background of my camera. I slowly lowered my cell phone to my side and subtly turned around in my chair. I thought I saw a flash of black hair and a leather jacket. Was this the mystery person on the bench on the first day of school? I asked my friends if they've seen anyone with the same characteristics, but they have no clue. I thought about this person whenever my mind drifted off. I needed closure, dammit! I couldn't focus or concentrate on school when there's a possible ax murderer or ghost wandering around the school grounds.

"Melody, are you with us?" I snapped out of my swimming thoughts. My Trigonometry teacher, Ms. Stevens, had a chip on her shoulder since day one. If you even looked away from the board for a millisecond, she jumped on your ass like it's her professional job. Well, okay, it is basically her job. She doesn't have to be so crabby about it though. I mean, I'm one of the few students who give her a fifteen dollar gift card for Christmas every year. She should be thankful. I nodded and went back to daydreaming. I did this until the bell rang for lunch. I piled my school books into my arms and left the classroom. I shuffled down the hallway, keeping my eyes peeled for You Know Who. No luck. I sighed in defeat. Maybe I was just imagining this person. Maybe I'm going crazy, or I can see ghosts or something.

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"What's up with you today? You seem....different." Rob nudged me with his shoulder. We were walking down the sidewalk to get some Chick-Fil-A, our favorite fast food joint. With all of this mystery and confusion, I just really need a frosty lemonade right now.

"It's just, I can't stop thinking about that person I saw earlier." I subconsciously gnawed on one of my fingernails.

"Wha-? Oh. Oh. That person. Why worry about em? It's probably just some rando on the sidewalk. Or a drug dealer. Maybe it's your long-lost cousin." I smirked. I wish I could just shrug things off like Rob can. He's so easy going and chill. Me, not so much.

"Why didn't Chat or any of the others come with us?" I changed the subject. This wasn't really getting anywhere, anyway.

"Um, I think Chat has a new model client, Bo is hanging with her girlfriend, and Joey is working. Why? You don't like hanging out with me or something?" He elbowed me. I elbowed him back a little harder.

"Everyone's just so busy nowadays, that's all. I feel like we're the only ones that get to spend time together and they all have their own totally separate lives, y'know?" I looked down at the ground. Talking about deep stuff with Rob just comes naturally, we were probably the closest out of our entire friend group. I guess everybody is just way too cool for us, pshh.

"Yeah, I know. I guess people are finally getting their shit together and acting like adults." I frowned.

"Do you think we're acting like adults? Like, do you think that we could actually survive....out there..?" I began chewing on another nail.

"Not for a second." Rob laughed. His life was more of a cackle, actually. I softly laughed, but I couldn't help the worrying feeling that followed me into the Chick-Fil-A.