Only five hours after my last seeing of Izzy my mom drove me straight to a consoler's. I paniced when we walked in the door. I plead not to go, but you know mom. She gets uncomfortable when people act strange. Jensen came along on the ride, cursing to himself the whole way. Dad stayed behind, he didn't want to get in the way of my needs.
Please. if I was crazy I'd know. I mean I'm not, I just started seeing a dead girl. Nothing to worry about. Right?
"Mommmmmmy......Please don't make me do this.i was just so tried," I complained.
"Joanna I'm not in the mood. You are seeing this consoler because you just asked about a dead girl named Izzy! Do you know who Izzy is?" my mom yelled.
"No!"
"Izzy Isis Iland. The triple I. That was her .nickname. She went to school with me. Grade school. She was nine when she died. She was kidnapped and tortured in a beautiful white dress. They founder her in one of thise glass coffins right off the freeway, just her bidy. Not the bones. Legend has it that her ghost wants rest, but can't get it, because her murderers kept her spirt and her bones. She needs someone to burn them."
"YUCK!!!! To much detail, ma," Jensen said.
I noded.
I looked to the other side if me and flinched. Izzy was right there. "will you help me now, please. You know my story, now find my bones."
I noded, trying to hide it from my mom. "Great, we'll start tomorrow, " and she vanished.
After the appointment, the doc said I was not crazy nor needed meds. Which, you know is good and stuff. But still, I 1) am not crazy, 2) I am complete normal.
The only weird thing is, my mom will not look at me. She refues, because she thinks I don't deserves the nut house, but at the same time she does. Which is silly, because it's not like I went all Mad Hatter on her or something.
I'm completely, without a doubt normal. I just saw a ghost. No big deal. At least I'm no Elsie.
(I had a 22 year old sister who just happened to be all kinds of crazy. She was put in the nut house and they fried her brains. She doesn't remember us. and my mom is just so worried that me and Jensen are like her. We don't visit her anymore, the last time I saw her was when I was four.)
"Hey, Jo. Jo, wait up," Valerie Kay White called after me. She was my best friend, and we were heading into school.
"Hey Val. Sup." I said.
Ahe cuaght up with me, and bumped my shoulder. "Nothin'. You?" I shoke my head.
She rolled her eyes and walked away. I entered the school, and went right imto the bathroom. I felt vry hot and splashed water on my face. I sarted getting disy, and had to look up.
There in the mirrior was a familiar face. Izzy.
"You promised!" she yelled.
