Loud

Bad Ghosts

Now I'm going to take a little break in my story to catch you up on some people I'm about to encounter. They're important.

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<three years ago>

Neila and Rota Derp had a lot in common, but at the same time were very different. They were both 16, driving home from a party. They both really didn't like their parents. They're both dead.

They died in a car accident on the way home from that party.

Neila wasn't supposed to be going to that party. Her overprotective mom just wouldn't allow it. That night her mother and her had a huge fight. Their last exchanged words were probably "I Hate You" (She wouldnt tell me exactly). Neila's mom screamed at her the moment she did anything wrong. Her dad was almost never home. She was the normal school girl of Oakville High at the time. She wore cozy cashmere sweaters and loafers almost every day. But she was best friends with Rota. Which her mom also did not approve of.

Rota's mom didn't care if Rota had gone to that party or not. She was woozy and drunk when Rota got home from school. She almost always was. Rota had no idea who her dad was. She didn't really care and she thought she hated him since he had left her with her mom. "That Vile Creature who shares a house with me" was what Rota would call her to her best friend, Neila. Rota was driving the car. She wasn't supposed to be driving either, she was too young. But she didn't care. Why should she care if no one cared about her?

Anyway, Rota and Neila ended up standing in the middle of a road. Two ambulances were surrounding The Vile Creatures now smashed in Chevy.

"What the hell?" Rota looked at her almost transluscent hands.

"We're dead." Neila stated. "We're dead." She repeated, looking over at Rota, who was about as confused as she was.

-Look, I don't know why but they wouldn't tell me anymore all they told me was a shady man walked up to them and made them join his little Bad ghosts group. That's how they ended up here.-

<a few days ago>

Neila was sitting on her neat bed, painting her nails bright orange.

Rota was relaxing in her comfy beanbag, reading an old seventeen magazine.

They were in their small living quarters in the Red Rum HQ. (That one bad ghost Mrs. Murzopf had just told me about organized it. I'll call him OBG.) Red Rum organization was made to stop communication between the dead and the living. There were about 50 agents working for it, since not too many people died and had things they hadn't yet finished and got recruited by an evil dead-alive man.

"All agents please report to the Command center. This is Code Red 5. All agents report immediately." OBG's voice came on the intercom. His voice was husky but deep. It would occasionally crack, but instead of squeaking it would go even lower for a second.

Neila closed her nail polish, half of her left hand not finished, and rushed out the door. Rota's magazine was thrown across the room and she was quick to catch up to Neila.

Their army black combat boots clumped on the steel floor. They passed several other agents as they ran to the command center.

The command center was a large room in a dome shape. There was a red velvet swirling chair in the center, and two connected desks with computer monitors on them in front of it. The perimeter of the room was covered with many different computers, screens, gadgets, and little red blinky dots.

OBG stood up from his chair in the center and frowned at the muddled 40 agents standing in front of him. (The other ten were sitting at various different stations at the command center.)

The ghosts quickly arranged themselves into ten rows of four. Neila and Rota were in row 2.

"As you can tell by my activity, there is a Code red 5 hapening. The piano has been broken. We can now communicate with the one who broke our piano. As far as we know, she's a witch. We know barely anything else. Find her. Bring her to me. Alive. Thank you. Adjourned." He finished and chopped the air in front of him.

The 10 agents in the room buried their heads into their work, trying to locate and capture the witch as well, even when not on the field.

Neila and Rota ran out of the room as quickly as they had come and headed toward the O.U.T. capsule. It looked like a giant elevator and brought them 100 feet up, onto the top floor of the "abandoned house" they used as their hideaway.

If they could find and capture this girl, they would be upped in ranking, might even replace some people in the command center, and had a much less likely hood of ending up in The Room. (More on that later.)

When they walked outside, all the ghosts were gathering aorund the house, looking in at the cloudy dust ball that remained of the piano. There were about 500 ghosts inthe town left, probably more in hiding.

For the next two days they lay low, gathering info about this new witch. her name was Gwen. her fake sister was Josie. She controlled Nature and Josie controlled water. And finally, on the third day, they came out and began looking.

<present day>

Rota and Neila stared in through the window of the old witches house. There she was, Gwendolyn, the young witch who could fix them.

"We are so the luckiest ghosts in this town." Rota grinned.

"How do we get her?" Neila asked in her innocent tone.

"How should I know? She's a witch." Rota replied sourly.

A twig snapped benath Rota's right foot. That started it all.

The next thing she could think about was how much it hurt to be completely wrapped up in thick tree roots, which seemed to be moving constantly.