Mirror, Mirror (Book 2)

Chapter 3: Hungry

When they reached home, Amelia prepares lunch while Oliver chucks his heavy backpack at the white leather couch.

The bag sailed in mid-air, but missed it by a few inches over the couch cushions, ending up slouching on the hardwood floor.

"Ugh," Oliver grumbled.

"Wow," Amelia giggled, who was filling a small pot with frying oil.

"With that throw, you'd make a terrible football player."

"I know," the sixteen-year-old moaned. "You don't have to remind me."

Though his advanced knowledge of Latin, Romanian, and other ancient languages were easy for Oliver, learning how to perform a sport was tedious.

For example, in P.E., the boys were playing football on the field, but when it was Oliver's turn, the ball smacked the back of Max Fields' head.

Surprised, Max picked up football from the grass then scowled in Oliver's direction.

"Oh shit," Oliver whimpered.

But instead of beating the shit out of him, Max tells Oliver to watch it, or he'll shove a football up his ass.

Kicking off his shoes and socks, Oliver Harper carried them over to his bedroom.

But before he left, Oliver tells Amelia that he is going to take a shower before he eats his food.

"Oh," Amelia said quietly. "are you sure you want to do that?"

Her granite skin turned pale when she spoke.

"What?" the boy asked in confusion. "How come?"

"Because of what happened with Mike."

Oliver frowned.

"You mean the 'Shower Incident'?"

Amelia nodded slowly.

Two or three weeks ago, Oliver was attacked by Mike Jefferies' ghost in the shower. He could remember being engulfed by steamy hot mist; his eyes couldn't see anything, his hands were covered in painful blisters, and before he could speak, Mike grabbed ahold of Oliver's throat, threatening to kill him if he wouldn't leave Allison alone.

But luckily for the boy, he was rescued by Amelia, who heard him crying outside of the house. For the first time in his life, Oliver had never so felt traumatized.

"I think you should eat lunch first before you take shower," said Amelia, stirring the half-frozen fries with a pair metal kitchen pliers.

"No thank you," said Oliver politely. "I'll eat my lunch after my shower."

"Are you sure?" asked Amelia.

"Yes."

"But what if a ghost might harm you again?"

Oliver hesitates for a minute.

"Well, if it happens again, I will say some spells-"

"And if they won't work?"

Once again, the boy blushed then continued his way up the stairs.

"Olly, wait." Amelia insisted.

She reduced the fire on the stove and quickly joined him, who heading towards his bedroom door.

"Don't worry about me, Amelia." Oliver sighed.

"Mike has crossed over, Allison is living safely with her grandmother—everything is fine."