Ghost Whisperer

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

            “Do you know what we are?” Genevieve asked me. I shook my head, puzzled.

            “We’re Ghost Whisperers,” she said, “We help the people who died do some unfinished business so they can pass on to the Afterlife. It’s very rare for one to fail but if they do the ghost haunts them for the rest of their life because they can’t pass on. Some Ghost Whisperers have certain abilities others don’t. Some deal with certain ghosts who have certain problems.

            Elise Bradley was the most powerful Ghost Whisperer. There was a man who had tried to steal her powers but failed when she died in the accident. There were only 2 Ghost Whisperers before her and their power went to another person years after that person was born, usually after the most powerful one died.” Genevieve finished her story but I was too shocked to react.

            “What does this have to do with me?” I finally asked her. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat.

            “We will discuss this another time. Right now you have to head to your second period class.” As soon as she finished talking the bell rang. I got out of my seat slowly, trying to take all of this in.

            “Good luck!” she exclaimed and gave me a big friendly smile. She seemed a little too friendly.

            I got up and walked to my second period class which I had no problem finding. When I got in everyone was already sitting and talking and all heads turned in my direction. I felt my face grow hot and sat down in the only seat left at the very back. I looked around at all the other people laughing and talking. I turned to look at the person sitting next to me and froze. The very hot blond guy sitting right next to me stared back with a slight frown. He didn’t smile or say ‘hi’ or anything. I probably looked really stupid just gazing into his very blue eyes like that. I turned away and felt myself once again turn a very unattractive shade of red.

            Thank God the teacher walked in just then. For the rest of the class I tried to stay focused on what she was saying. But all I got out of it was mostly what Genevieve had told me. The bell finally rang and I followed everyone out the door. The hot guy was in front of me and a girl flung herself at him and kissed him very obviously. She was wearing really short shorts and a top that showed off a lot of boobage. I immediately felt jealous which was really weird. I didn’t even know him. Why was I so bothered that he had a girlfriend?

            “We have third period together!” I turned around and saw Brooke standing with a big innocent smile on her face.

            “At least I’ll finally be with someone I know!” I said and smiled back. As Brooke and I headed to our next class, I couldn’t help but feel as though the hot guy was watching me leave.

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            The rest of the day went by pretty quickly. I was beginning to love my new school. Most of the people were really nice and the teachers were great. But as soon as Brooke and I got back to the apartment, my good day ended. I was too busy with my new school and new friends; I hadn’t noticed all the texts and the voicemail I had gotten. I sat on my new bed and stared at my iPhone. The texts were all from Travis.

Babe, u have to let me explain. It wasn’t me it was Brittany.

Please just call me so we can work this out.

Where r u? Ur Dad said u left town.

Please call me.

            I listened to the voicemail next, “Arielle, please call me back. Just let me explain what happened. I went over to your house and your Dad said you left town. Just call me back to let me know when you’re coming home so we can talk. I’m sorry.”

            I felt tears streaming down my face as I listened to the voicemail. I couldn’t help but think if it was something I had done to make him cheat on me with Brittany. This was not like Travis. He could be a jerk sometimes but he would never cheat. Just then someone knocked on my bedroom door. I wiped the tears, hoping my face wasn’t too red.

            “Come in,” I called. The knob turned and Danielle walked in. I was a little surprised.

            “Are you okay?” she asked, noticing the redness on my face. More tears came.

            “Not really,” I muttered. She sat down beside me.

            “Look, I know I haven’t been the nicest, but if you need to talk, I’m all ears,” Danielle said. I looked at her and noticed for the first time her eye colour. Her eyes were purple.

            “Contacts,” she said smiling. I smiled back.

            “My boyfriend cheated on me,” I blurted out. Her expression was blank.

            “Guys are dicks. You can never trust them,” she said flatly. I looked at her again and noticed the emotion her eyes gave away that her voice didn’t. Her eyes had a pained expression and I knew right away that something had happened.

            “What happened?” I asked, “Did a guy cheat on you, too?” I asked her. She sighed.

            “No, something much worse,” she said. I looked at Danielle expectantly.

            “His name was Kevin. I was head over heels in love with him. We dated for a while and things were great. But then he started pressuring me to sleep with him. I was 15 and he was 18. I didn’t want to because I wasn’t ready and he wouldn’t take no for an answer.

            One night, he tried to get in my pants and force me to. The next day he apologized and seemed to really feel bad about what he had done. But then a week later someone told me he went and slept with another girl. She was a real slut. That bitch knew we were dating and she slept with him anyway. When I confronted Kevin he didn’t try to deny it or even apologize. It was like he was proud. He didn’t feel bad at all. I broke up with him but for a while I blamed myself. I thought it was because I wasn’t good enough for him or something. It took a while to realize that he was the jerk.” She finished her story and I saw a tear in her eye. I was happy that Danielle felt like she could tell me and right then, we got closer. And suddenly, I knew what to do about Travis.    

U can’t explain. We’re done.

I was in a new city, with new friends and a new school. It was time to start over. With a deep breath, I hit send.