Spirit in waiting

Chapter 1

        I walk over the high school gymnasium floor. Not disturbing anything, not even the simplest speck of dust. It is one month before school starts back the daily routine of teenager angst. These now empty rooms an allways are soon going to be overflowing with different beings, smells, and the thunderous sound of feet shuffling rfom class to class. But right now the whle school smells of rot and dust, what you might find in an old library. I have went to Century High is not like all other high schools. they dont have moeny like the others do, but they have a better school system and faclty. C.H. is considered the hand-me-down school because we take he left over furniture that the others dont need. But that leaves enough money to buy us laptops and better lockers. We dont have a fight or drug problem, but we do have the facebook and twitter mess. This is what this generation is coming to!

        Now like any normal person on this planet you are going to wonder what i could possibly be doing at the school during summer. Let me tell you my story. My name is Sarah Beth Watson. I was a very loved cheerleader, but also a person. I never oce had an enemy, i was friend with everybody, and nonetheless i loved school. I was the kind of cheerleader hat though i was better than everyone and that like to spend daddys money. I cared about school, my grades were always the best i could keept them, and i always did my homework before cheer practice. While life at school was almost perfect, my home life wasnt up to par.

        I lived in a fairly decent home with my mother and father. I had no siblings, that i knew of, and everything was good at home. My parets neer fought, and we all got along great, untill that tragic day. I was sitting home with my dad before he went to work and waiting for my mom to get home, we were sitting around the table telling him about m day at school, when there was knock on the door. a uniformed officer asked to speak with my dad outside. I watched from the peakhole as my, usually manly father, fell to his knees and put his head in his hands. I opened the door, he peeked up at me. I strode over to his side, as the officer told him that she was killed in a hit and run accident. She was walking back to her car ina parking lot when someone hit her and drove off. She didnt even make it to the hospital before she died.

        After my dad lost my mom, he seemed to lose a piece of his mind. He would sty gone for hours and hours, sometimes days. When he was home he wouldnt look at me, it was like he didnt even wanna be arond me anymore. He started drinking, even hitting me when he felt the need to. we lacked so much int he rent we had to move into one of his relatives house. It was almost broken down shack, not even in the slightest livable. We didnt have food in the house so i was forced to eat at school, but not only that, we didnt have water or electricity either.

        I was forced to walk the three dreaded miles to school, even in bad weather. I had to learn the girls track schedual so i could sneak into the locker room so i could take my morning shower and brush my teeth, and whatever else i had to do to start the day. While i showered my towel hung on the peg right outside the stall. But this time it must've fell. I stretched my arm as far as it would go, but i still could'nt reach it. I lost my balance and toppled over, I grabbed the shower curtain to ballance myself. I could'nt move my body, my vision started getting fuzzy, then it was dark. I supposed i blacked out, but the next thing I know is, im squinting against the harsh flourescent lightbulb from the lockeroom celing. And the shrill screams as the track girls find me laying on the floor. I'm guessing blood was in a pool around my head, since the girls wouldnt come any closer than a few feet. Then complete silence.

        I start felling this odd pulling deep within my belly. It feels as if someone is pulling a thick thread from my body. The feeling is almost unbearable, but not  from the  pain, but pleasure.All to soon the deep felling is gone, and i leave me cold and empty, craving for more. I open my heavy eyelids to find the source of the feeling, but im greeted with a cold hospital room. It was bright, so it took my eyes a moment to adjust. The constant beep of the monitor, and the drip from the I.V. was the only noises that came from within the room. As i got out of bed and onto my feet, the machine made a loud screeching sound. I whirled around to make sure i had'nt disconected anything, when i saw the figure laying in my bed. The girl i used to see int he mirror. 

        Only this girl was white as a sheet. Her, to big for her face, eyes where relaxed as if in a peaceful sleep, and her plump lips slightly parted. Her chestnut hair was spalyed all around her face, but she looked peaceful. The doctors came rushing in, going right through me, to the body lying where i had been moments ago. After several attempts at trying to revive me, the doctors pulled the thick white blanket over my face, declareing my death at 1:45 P.M. on July first.

        So now you knwo what my big secret is. I am, what some of you reading thiscall, a ghost. But i perfer the termonoligy Spirit in waiting.  It has been three years since i have had my terrible demise. But life as a spirit isnt as bad as they say, but it isnt fun either. I vanishevery moring at 8 O'clock sharp, and 12 O'clock every night.

        Being a spirit is very lonel, not ever talking to anyone, Hell i even miss gettin gpushed into locker adn such. I try to avoid "brushing" into anyone. I get glimpses of the past, and thoughts, but the worst part is the gonizing feeling of bein burned that follows the even slightest contact. after 3 years, you learn a couple things of how to navigate around people.Sometimes its not as easy, so i spend a few moments doubled over, but after the pain has eased and the flashes of light and images are gone, i an continue about my way. The summer time is the loneliness, im ready to see people, and hear laughter again. But i'm really ready for someone to be able to se me.