The dreams had started when we moved from our home in New York to some strange country place, I don't even know the name or location of this place. It's a big old house, right in the middle of a 12 acre block, with about 14 bedrooms, only 3 of which I had entered, some because they were bolted with a key which only my mum is in posession of and others because I did not wat to leave my room. I was a solitary child, I liked my own company, didn't like being around other kids. I was always getting into fights, I wasn't liked by most of the kids there, but I didn't care, they were all scum bags, douches, no wonder I wanted to beat the cocky, up-tight ego-tistic bastard out of them. And because of this, I wasn't liked by the teachers. They all dispised me, teachers and students alike, thought I was weird, a supernatural trouble maker.
I wasn't 'taken out' of school, either. I was kicked out, because some of the parents were "worried for their childrens safety", worried that their little angels might get hurt or tormented by me. I hadn't done anyhting 'wrong', what had happened wasn't my fault. It was an accident. I hadn't meant for him to show up. But he did.
The day before 'The Incident', my grandma had died through a heart failure at 68. She was my best friend, we did everything together, we were so close, then one day she just died. The day before she died we had been at her house, eating lamingtons and drinking ginger beer.
The day she died at at precisely 10:26am, I received a note in Social Studies, telling me that I was to report to the office. I idle there, lookin gin the windows of peoples classes, pulling faces at the little kids. When I get there I open the front door and walk to the administrative desk, expecting a detention for the beating I gave Chloe Simons yesterday for calling me a freak. But instead when I get there they explain to me that there was a call for me on the old chord phone, strange, no one ever gets calls, only notices of early leaver.
None the less I answer, it was my father, I could hear I mum sobbing int the background, he explained that he was coming to get me and that gran had passed peacefully. I said goodbye adn hung the phone up, I just stood there for a minute, frozen to the spot. Sadness took over my body and I burts into tears, the ladies behind the desk tried to comfort me, but they didn't understand, no one would understand, not even my parents. I backed away from the desk until I hit a wall, I slumped down it, and put my head inbetween my legs, and just cried.
The next thing I knew I was being taken out of school early and going home to morn with my family, but instead I went to my room to look through my photos, which by the end were soaked in tears.
That night I went online to find someway that I could get in contact with the dead, with gran. And I had met a ghost whisperer. He had agreed to help me see my gran free of charge considering my sercumstance, he texted me the 'summoning spell' and I was ready to take action.
I had walked into school, just like any other day, but this time with a plan, to summon gran, so I could say goodbye, properly. I strolled to first period, English, my most hated subject. The teacher opened the door adn let us in. Everyone took their usual seats, me in the back right corner, iscolating myself from everyone else. From here I had a good view out of the window towards the primary oval, with the kids playing soccer or netball or soemtimes footie. I would look toward the class, seeing the odd two or three kids messing around while the teacher would demonstrate the activity, which reminded me of when I was that age, with not a care in the world.
I wated until 9:13am, then asked the teacher if I could please go to the sick bay as I as feeling a bit under the weather. The teacher agreed saying she didn't want anyone else to get sick, but I knew she secretly just didn't want me in her class. She signed my office pass and I collected my things and went to my locker to put them away. I hadn't wanted to take them to class in the first place, but if I hadn't the teacher would have gotten suspicious, so I did.
Instead of going to the sick bay like Mrs Watson had been lead to believe, I went to the old girls changeroom, which no one used anymore but I liked to go to at break, so I could be alone. I slammed my shoulder into the door to open it beacuse it was old and rusty, and strolled in. I sat in the center of the room on the floor, and took out my piece of paper containing the summoning spell.
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