Lost Kids (a.i.)

three

Not to be rude Wen, but I'm guessing there isn't a Heaven if you're here.

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Ghosts can't sleep. They rest. I like to rest. I love to rest out in the back yard in the warm sun, on the wet grass. It was real and I liked it. I love to close my eyes and dream of the day I'll escape my cell and be free in heaven. Everyone goes there. Ghosts are just people who have some last minute things to do on Earth before they get there. They aren't rest. I wish my last minute thing would hurry up. I hate waiting. I didn't spend my life waiting. I did not want to spend my death waiting.

My dreaming is started by sudden movement in the house. I brush off my jeans that I had changed into earlier this morning. When my family moved out I stole clothes slowly and hid them so I had clothes for however long I would be stuck here. I was stuck here for a while. I never had to wash them. I didn't produce any thing such as sweat. My dead skin never was on it, because didn't have any, even though I was dead. Every thing was simple.

I enter the house, my hand moves my hair from my eyes and I find the person making the loud noise. Michael. He sits in the family room. His gaming system hooked up to the boy's TV. His fingers fumbled at the controls as he played his game.

"Good morning Wen." He greets me. I wave and sit down on the sofa be hide where he sits on the floor. I'm not as talkative as yesterday. I guess I hadn't talked in so long that everything I've ever wanted to say burst out.

"Is that Black Ops?" I question as I examine the game he plays.

"Yeah, how'd you know?" He says, not letting his eyes drift from the screen.

"I had two brothers, I played it with them." I start to play with my finger which would soon become nervous habit if I continued. I glance off at a random spot in the wall and begin to remember my brothers. John and Mark. They were 10 and 15 when I passed away. I missed them terribly. I hoped they had followed their dreams like they promised at my deathbed.

"Are you okay?" Michael has paused his game and looks at me with concern.

"Oh yeah. Sometimes thinking just distracts me." I answer quickly, shaking it off.

"Okay." He sighs and we just stare for a moment.

"Wendy, I've never properly introduced myself. I'm Michael or Mike or Mikey. Whatever you prefer. I'm 18." The colored hair boy doesn't offer his hand but gives me a grin. He's obviously past the fact that I'm dead.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Michael. I'm Wendy or Wen. I'm 17, well 19." I respond, a puzzled look painted on my lips.

"You can't be two different ages!" He bursts out laughing.

"Yes I can! I'm stuck 17! I'm actually 19 though." I shout letting out a laugh along with him.

"Oh okay!" He counties to laugh. It eventually does down and he looks seriously in my eyes again. "Not to be rude Wen, but I'm guessing there isn't a Heaven if you're here."

"No there is. Not all dead go to Heaven. Some, like me, are sent back down because their purpose on Earth isn't finished. I guess I'm not finished here."I shrug.

"Oh. Um... Is there anything else I should know about you being dead?"

"I can't leave this house." I tell him straightforward.

"YOU HAVENT LEFT THIS HOUSE IN THREE YEARS!" He shrieks in shock. I jump a little at his reaction.

"No I have." I say in a soft tone, trying to calm the boy.

"But you just said..." He argues.

"I can only leave on my death day. I've left twice."

"And what day would that be?" He asks, raising his eyes brow.

"October 8th." {guys i forgot when 5sos went to LA so bear with me, the date might change}

"That's in a couple weeks Wen! We have to do something special." The boy rambles on. "If you weren't dead what would you have done with your life?"

"What?" I blurt out, focusing back on the conversation.

"If you didn't die, what would you have done with your life?" He repeats.

"Um... I would have wanted to finish High School, and go to College. I would have wanted to go places. Get out of my small neighborhood on the outskirts if a big city. I wanted to see things. Then when time came I wanted to settle down and have my own family and job." I smile at him. I wish I could have done it all. Followed my dreams. I wanted to see my first child. Fall in Love. Go to a frat party. I wanted to do it, but now I couldn't.

"You wants to finish school? And then go to more school?!?" He burst out like I'm insane.

"What's wrong with school?" I ask.

"School is hell. Why would you want to continue to do it?"

"I kind of liked school. It was a way to socialize and learn." I mumble scared to make another mistake.

"Okay, well I hate school." He declares, which I clearly could have picked up at his reaction.

"Let me guess. You dropped out for this band?"

"BINGO!" He chuckles tapping his nose.

"So you hate school, what else do I need to know about you?" I ask and begin to play with a stand of hair.

"I like pizza, a lot." He states with a grin. He places his controller to pay more attention to our deep conversation.

"Yeah I like pizza."

"No I really like pizza." He says in a serious tone.

"Okay then....." I laugh.

"I'll be right back, I think Calum is making breakfast." Michael sighs, turning off his game and heading for the kitchen.

Michael's appearance startled me at first, the dyed hair and pierced ears. Deep down he was a really sweet guy. I'm glad I have the chance to get to know him.

Suddenly one of the four boys fly down the stairs and lands with a thud. Ashton. He passed the room, but stops to take a double take. I can already imagine what he's thinking. "What's she still doing here?" I mock in my head.

Out of nowhere the boy grins. "Good morning Ghost Girl." He greets before walking away. Well he's sure changed his attitude.

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