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They say normal people cant see the strange and the unusual, I believe I am strange and unusual. I have this 'gift' or 'curse' to see the paranormal. Its been that way since I was only 4. Not that my house is haunted its not, I see them anywhere really. I even start getting these weird dreams at night. I really cant explain but I'm in a room that looks like home...but its not. The furniture is different and too...Modern and Weird. I even see weird figures but I cant see their faces. I never told my parents about it, they'll just say 'their just dreams'. I know but they felt...real..."Darla Honey! I made you some breakfast"
"Come in!" My name is Darla, Darla Grace Maitland. I'm 15 years old, born on September 18th, 1973. I'm an only child and a Freshman straight A student in High school. I'm not like any other girl in town. I don't really socialize with kids my age or with anyone. I know the town people and their really friendly but I'm just socially awkward. I don't have much of friends. Only one, but that's all. Plus I'm too shy and quiet. My parents though they baby me a lot. Don't get me wrong, I love them but their just overly protective of me and it gets annoying
"Here you go Sweet pea, How's the painting going along?" My mother; Barbara Maitland wife of my father Adam Maitland. Mom has this what I like to call her old and hip person. She loves collecting Vintage items and things from Jamaica. "I'm almost done" I said as strokes of purple glides on the wet Canvas. I'm a painter in my family. I mostly paint my surroundings or self portages or things in my head. "That is beautiful honey, those flowers are beautiful, You could really make money out of these, then we can pay for college" My mom said as she wrapped her arms around me and gave my forehead a light kiss on the head. "Mom I don't believe my art is that much of a penny, Nobody is gonna want paintings like mine" I said as I took a bite on some fresh and delicious bacon.
"Don't say that, How about I buy it off your hands?" she pulls out a 10 dollar bill out in front of me. I chuckled softly and opened the curtain to brighten the room more. "Mom it doesn't work that way, plus u gave me 10 bucks last week for that humming bird painting" I said pushing the 10 bucks away. "Plus isn't it you and dad's anniversary today?" Today is my parents wedding anniversary. They having a 'stay home vacation' only for 2 weeks which is weird but I don't argue. I've always enjoyed my parent's love for each other. How happy they are. They way dad makes mom smile and giggle. Like their teenagers again.
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Beetlejuice: The Maitland's Daughter
FanfictionWhat if Adam and Barbara Maitland had a Daughter. After the dreadful news of her parents death, Darla Maitland lives with her grandparents and has the ability to see the strange and Unusual. Until she meets the Detz family. The rest is in the book h...