My Ghost and I

Chapter 1

"Aren't you excited, honey?!," her father exclaimed from the driver's seat, beaming at her equally ecstatic mother.

No, thought Spencer angrily as she frowned at her dad(although he couldn't see), I'm not.

Every other teenage girl in the country would literally kill for the experience Spencer Wright was supposed to be having. Spencer, however, was dreading it.

"This is SO COOL!," her little sister, Jessica, shouted in the seat next to her. The preteen was bouncing up and down, unable to contain her excitement. "Spencer, isn't this cool?!"

"No," Spencer responded sharply from beneath her Zombie Club hoodie, which, according to the sixteen-year-old, was the greatest zombie parody movie of all time.

Her parents gasped in unison while Jessica shot her a nasty look.

"Spencer!," her mother gasped, "that tone of voice was very unnecessary!"

"Young lady," her dad started. Spencer just rolled her eyes at him. Again. "Is this about your sweet sixteen?"

She mentally cringed at last week's event, which brought her to thinking about other traumatic events.

Spencer was just your below-average teenager. She used to be just average, but that was before her obsession with all things zombie.

At the age of five, Spencer bought and received barbie dolls and action figures. After playing with them for a short while, she realized that they sucked. The action figures were movable pieces of crap that didn't even have very fun moves or features. The barbie dolls were nice to look at, but they all looked exactly the same, which was a major turn off for Spencer. She supposed it was what happened shortly after her fall-out with her plastic playmates that really effed her up(or, positively, changed her life for the better), causing her to ruin her own life for the rest of her years until today.

She discovered zombie movies.

Now, normally, small children are cautioned to keep away from horror movies, or anything other than PG family feature films. But after discovering Zombie Galore, an old zombie movie that played on Syfy one night, she realized that the living dead were her true friends.

Every night the leading week up to Halloween, the same three-hours of the two horror movies came on, Zombie Galore being one of them. Oh, how Spencer would stay up past her bedtime and sneak downstairs just to rewatch the same movie over and over again. Once the marathon ended, the movie was the only thing she talked about. Not her new baby sister, who was on the way(a baby who didn't chop or kick like she did today); not her first grade class in her new elementary school; not even about-well, anything! All she could talk about was the same freaking zombie movie, which drove her parents to the edge of insanity.

When she talked about it for what seemed like the 10000th time, her impregnated mother's eye twitched, and, because of her chemical imbalance, screamed in poor little Spencer's face, which she would have never done otherwise.

"ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT! WE'LL GET YOU THAT FREAKING ZOMBIE MOVIE!"

Before Spencer burst into songs of joy, she burst into tears of fear. Her mother calmed her down, apologizing one thousand times over to get the movie in any way possible. Due to her ever consuming guilt, Spencer's mother bought a vintage VHS copy of the movie from her extensive list of connections, and made her husband search far and wide for any and all merchandise relating to the movie itself.

Once the movie was bought, Spencer and her parents sat in front of the television, anticipating the feature. Even though Spencer knew the scenes by heart, her parents had yet to witness the great zombie extravaganza.