Lost Kids (a.i.)

one

I'm dead. I don't go by the rules of life, because I am not living life.

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PART ONE

Ms. Patti sits at the door step of the house, waiting for the four Aussie boys to get here. I sit right next to her, she is unable to see me. I want to mess with her, but I know it would be rude to do so. The elderly women closes her eyes and prays to her God, thanking him that someone finally bought this old place. I am disturbed by my thoughts when the four boys arrive in a grey van.

"Oh boys! You're here!" exclaims Patti. She jumps up from her seat and greets them at the gate with a huge smile. "Here's they keys! Enjoy! I hope to see you around town sometime!" her old hand places the keys into Bandana boy's large palm. Today he wore a green bandana unlike the red one he had the last time I saw him, around a week ago.

"Okay Lads, Lets Unpack!" The boy with colored hair announces. I have yet to learn their names, but I know I will soon.

I move and sit in the yard to watch the muscular Aussies carry their belongings in. As the hot California sun beats down on the large house, I become uncomfortable sitting outside. I slip through the door, careful not to make any noise and scare the others. I start to take in the changes they have made to what used to be my home.

What once was my drawing room has become a music room. Guitar after guitar line the wall and a large drum kit sits in the center of the room. Five etch marks and S-O-S are printed on the front drum. Maybe they are in a band. I run my fingers over the markings. I feel a tingle in my hands, but ignore it.

"Hey!" I hear a voice yell behind me. I look around to see if anyone else is in the room. Bandana boy stands looking right at me. "What are you doing?" he asks. I look around again nervously to see who he's talking to, it couldn't possibly be me. "Yes you." he says starring me right in the eyes.

Wait he sees me. My eyes widen in shock. He can see me! Someone can actually see me. I start to panic.

"Hello?" He asks again a little louder. I start to twirl my hair nervously.

"Uh-uh" I stutter still in shock, I had finally morphed, I finally was seen.

"Oh please tell me you're not a fan." He prays, rubbing his fingers on the bridge of his nose.

"Fan?" I question, letting out my first word in a long time. What did he mean by fan."Wait how can you see me?"

"With my eyes." He chuckles, both of us still very confused. He had a cute laugh.

"No, I mean.. ugh I don't know." I grunt throwing my head in my hands.

"Well I'm Ashton by the way, do you have a name Little Miss I Can See You?" He reaches his hand out to shake mine.

"I'm Wendy... I'm the girl who died here three years ago." I answer honestly, not being in to come up with something on the the spot. He jumps back and worried look planted on his face.

"Woah, did you just say died? You're dead? Is this real?" He questions out of breath. " I though it would be cool to have a ghost, but this is not what I expected."

"Please don't freak out." I shout over his questions.

"What is going on here?" The raven hair boy walks in with the blonde. Great lets just make this a party!

"Woah! Who's this lovely lady Ash?" The blonde asks looking me up and down.

"You see her too?" Ashton mutters nervously, running hand through his ruffled hair.