The Troubles Of Being A Ghost

Parents

Savannah's POV

Parents! They give birth to you, they raise you, they give you protection and love and what not. It's same with us ghosts too. They can be loving, caring, understanding... but freaking stupid sometimes!

I was at home, sitting on the couch with my mom. Remember when I said the guys I had something to do with my mom? Well my mom is 546 years old. In her life of 546 years, she never bothered herself with learning technology. Until now.

I've been teaching her the algorithm of Instagram for about 3 hours now. She just doesn't get it. And says I'm the stupid one. She's not wrong though. I can be pretty stupid sometimes.

"How do I know they follow me back? What if it's only me who's following them like a creep?",my mom, Sally Smith said holding the phone close to my face. I pulled her hand aside so that her phone is no longer blocking my view and said," You can check your followers list for that. Type their user name on the searching bar."

"Oh! That's how you do it. It's easy until I mess it all up.", she said following 5 minutes craft. She gets bored all day just sitting in the house so I suggested her to follow 5 minutes craft so she could spend her time doing something productive-ish.

So let me tell you about my parents now. They both are roamers. They met each other when they were in their 100's. They were both roaming around the streets of London and then they saw each other and then boom! The rest is history.

They explored the whole world together and then got married when they were in their 200's. Spent a lot of time doing stuff I don't even wanna know and then recently in the last few decades, decided to have Augustine and I. After Augustine's birth, they decided to stay in Ghostarica. Then 3 years later I came along. They vowed that when Augustine and I both turn 18 and go off to have our own lives, they'd go roaming again. So one week and then we'll all be on our own.

Even though Augustine is already gone. He's a scarer and he settled in New York. He's got his life all figured out. Now it's my turn.

"You can never mess anything up. You're that perfect.", said my dad, Oliver Smith, kissing my mom's forehead. They're so cute. Seeing them, I've always wanted someone. My decision of being a roamer is kind of influenced by them.

I also one day, want to find someone with whom I could fly around the world. It took 100 years to find my parents their soulmate. I wonder how much time will it take me? I'm barely 18.

"Aww, Oliver.", my mom said holding his hand. "Okay, I'm just gonna...", I said standing up from the couch. They didn't even hear me. I quickly made my way out of the living room to my bedroom. I jumped on my bed and pulled my phone out of my pocket. I opened up Instagram and the first post that popped up on my feed is my dad kissing my mom's cheek and my mom blushing like a little girl. I saw her caption "#feelingloved". She really is quick after she understands what she's dealing with.

"Aw, they look cute."

I jumped on my bed in fear and saw Aidan laughing his balls off beside me. Again! This is really hurting my ghost ego. I looked at him annoyingly and rolled my eyes.

Aidan Winston is my brother's friend. He's 20. He's annoying, boring, childish and the list goes on. And sneaky too. I didn't even notice when he came inside my room.

"Yeah yeah, funny. I get it. Ha ha", I said glaring at him. He stopped laughing and looked at me with his green eyes. He's like an annoying rat to me. But to him, I don't know what I am. Because he flirts with me. A lot. And also annoys the hell out of me.

"How are you, Violet? I haven't seen you in like... 94 days.", he said counting with his fingers. Not that he has that much fingers. That'd be gross.

He calls me Violet. That's his nickname for me. Now don't think he put so much effort in coming up with a nickname for me. My eyes are freaking Purple. "I've been good until you decided to scare the shít out of me."

"Oh come on. It wasn't that bad. Remember last year, when I scared you at the Ghostarica mountain and you fell down from it? Now that was scary.", he said probably reminiscing the memory. A sly smile reached his eyes. And a pure horror reached my heart. That is one of the many miseries he has given me. Even though ghosts can't be killed, that was still terrifying.

"What are you even doing here? Shouldn't you be out with my brother in New York?", I said getting off from bed with an irritated look plastered on my face.

"Just because he's my best friend doesn't mean I have to stay with him all the time . I've got other things to do. Such as...", he said while getting off the bed as well and coming extremely close to me, "...annoying you."

As soon as he finished his sentence, he reached out for something behind my back putting both his arms above my shoulders. Causing me to get tensed. I held my arms to remove his but he quickly took his arms to himself. His arms holding a fresh flower, Daisy.

"For you, mon amour.", he said with a wicked smile on his face.

Normally girls would be like "Isn't it romantic?" No, it is not. Believe me I'd also love to say that. But I'm allergic to flowers and this aßßhole knows that.

Did I forget to mention that he's a wizard? So bringing out random stuff from the atmosphere is his style.

When my brother first took off to explore the world, he found this jerk in Rome, magically stealing food from a little boy. That obviously caught my brother's attention. Since then, they've been inseparable. I've only known Aidan for 2 years but it is enough for me to come to the conclusion that he is a dipshit.

I quickly threw the flower across the room before it could trigger any abnormalities. I saw the Daisy lying on the floor beside my bedside table. Someone's gonna have to throw that away. Being a ghost, doesn't reduce allergies. It magnifies them more.

"Rude.", he said as he proceeded to get out of my room.

'Not so fast', I said to myself as I swiftly flew to my vanity and got the lighter which was lying beside my Skagen watch. Augustine gave it to me on my 16th birthday.

I quickly but silently made my way behind him, grabbed the edge of his shirt and turned the lighter on. Soon his shirt was on fire.

"Ahh what the fûck, Violet...", he screamed while struggling to take his shirt off. I just laughed my ass off there. It was a beautiful sight to watch. It's a little heartbreaking to know that he's not going to die but that's harmless entertainment for me.

He soon got his shirt off. The shirt was already burnt from one side. He mumbled some gibberish words and the shirt was now safe from the wrath of fire but still damaged.

He looked at me in disbelief and shook his head.

"Now that was rude.", I smirked.

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