Visits of the DEAD

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a"Who are you?" I asked my heart skipping every beat. He said nothing. I wondered if he is a ghost, I stared in disbelief. Trying to convince myself that he is not what I think he is.

"Anthony" he said finally, my eyes got wide how can he speak? people usually speak Kimaya my brain said.

Proving my dumbness I asked "what are you doing here?"

"Excuse me?" he said clearly annoyed

"Listen, if you are trying to creep me out, I better call 911"

"What do you mean girl? Are you crazy or something"

"oh, please don't act like an innocent now i saw you staring at me all time, you little-" I stopped  half of my sentence out of courtesy.

"God girl these days are so stupid, I work here I wait the school to be empty to start cleaning" he said "and as far as staring at you is concerned you have cheetos in your hair" he said smirking at me.

"uggghhh" I shouted stomping my leg on the ground looking for that stupid piece of cheeto in my hair. Got me embarrassed you stupid piece of junk I said to the innocent cheeto in my hand.

God why am I so paranoid? I asked myself  why can't I just be an ordinary teen like all these people around me iam so tired tackling  into these problems. I just don't wanna do it anymore, with this taught in my head I climbed into my car and steered towards my house.

My dad was of course not in the house, his job of showing apartments to people we can't buy bugs the crap out of me but I can't complain as he is the one paying bills most importantly internet bills oh I can't imagine not watching ant Zac Effron's movie in a week.

I entered my room mentally planning my routine for my day ahead of me. First, I should take a  shower, as my powers are back that's what I think, I should put a spell on the door of my room, I seriously don't want ghost coming barging into my bathroom while iam bathing and staring at me while seated on a toilet seat waiting for me to complete my shower. NO!

I stared my spell my hands planted on the door of my room, it was a protection spell my grandmother taught me this very first thing when we discovered my powers. 

Hon sa je shu nen, hon sa je shu nen I repeted. As I saw golden light beaming out of my hand I knew the spell is finished the door was glazed with the golden light now. Iam safe! Well done Kim. Granny must be so proud of you looking up at the  sky peeping from my window thinking she  must be up there, somewhere looking at me ans smiling her 'the most popular granny smile'.

I entered the bathroom to take a long soothing shower to calm my nerves. Nerves... how that sweeper had the nerve to talk to me like that asshole.  

 I was done with my shower after what felt like an eternity I take longy-long showers typical girl i know, it's the time to study now History homework ugh! I've been escaping this homework for days now is the time to face the misery. I saw  my room's door, the golden glaze fading from it and the original white color coming back to sight. 

As I took a look on my homework about the Wars in history, my brain automatically drifted to the school wars we have seen those are also history why can't we study about them? about how Carla (a girl from the school) pulled out Natasha's hair, how Mrs.Barret fought our English teacher Mrs.George about a pronunciation of a word. School days, you hate it when you are going to school those boring faces daily  but love it when you see those strange faces daily when you go to a college.

My stupid brain stared from wars and drifted to fights in our school,stupid teacher's fight and then college, further thinking about what Zac must be doing, then about the reality behind Tupac's death and how cool Asthon Kutcher looked in the movie 'spread'. And finally I was asleep on my history book, story of my life.

"Kimaya" somebody whispered in my ear.

"Yes" i tried to say but no voice came out.

"baby look iam back" a female voice again whispered

"from where" I said my voice coming out low.

"From above, and look I brought you  a gift"

"What gift?" I asked. and turned around to look at the women's face. Mommy was standing there as white as an angel, long black hair, pink plummy lips and spreading her arms she came to me. 

"Mommy you are back" I said burying my face on her chest her motherly affection showering me."What gift are you atlking about, mother" I asked.

But instead of answering me she broke our loving embrace and then she was gone.

"Mother, mother" I shouted tears falling out of my eyes. my heart wanting for more, my mother was here I can't believe it.

"Mother" I shouted again this time with all my strength i had.

"Kimaya",  "Kimaya, wake up baby" a male voice said shaking me.

I woke up with tears running down my face and sweat staining the History sheets lying on the table, That dream came again same dream I saw in my French class.

"Kim, it was just a dream sweetie" my dad said cupping my face in his hands.

"Daddy" I gasped hugging him tightly

"Iam here baby, with you always" 

What just happened, I saw the same dream, my mother talking about some gift she wants to give me. But what gift I fail to understand.

"Ok..now wake up and do your homework and quit sleeping on your sheets." my dad said pointing on the papers spread on the table. And with a quick complain about my room not being clean he exited the room.

I stood up gathering my work and and promising myself that i'll do this homework after my quick Facebook break which means it's never getting done.

I climbed on my bed and and started with opening my Facebook account. I saw a picture of Ethan smoking, Ethan smokes I never knew and then him at the party chugging drink from the bottle of vodka like it's water someone is getting spoiled. and then I scrolled to some more pictures of him and Sedate kissing hugging. And not those picture which are like Sedate is posing and her boyfriend kissing her making us jealous no! But those in which they both are kissing but not looking at the camera so damn lame. My eyes got wide when I saw 200 stupid people liked that picture.

After getting bored by all the making out on my timeline, stupid selfies, duck-faces and crazy drunken statuses I loged out my account I looked at the direction of my homework which was placed on my desk and waiting to be completely I obliged my poor sheets by dragging myself towards the desk, cursing my teacher out-loud and choosing a pen out of two choices I had, started my homework it was seven already, time flies when you are making faces at the stupid Facebook updates.

I finally completed my homework and looked at the watch it was eight. OMG! homeworks are such a time waste.