The Paranormal /h.s.

Chapter 1

I woke up from a long night of nightmares, to find that it was already 12 pm.

I missed breakfast. Wow go you Brooklyn, go you.

I got up and decided to comb through my gross long blonde hair and put it in a braid, deciding I didn't want to deal with it today. I next decided to change into an outfit for today. It was like it always was on Wednesdays- a tank top, a pair of too big sweatpants, and some black combat boots. I quickly shoved my glasses on my face and decided this is as good as it would get, and walked out of my room and started my way downstairs.

There were people downstairs talking. I paused recognizing the voices.

The orphanage owner- Martha Banks and the shop owner from next door- Jenna Cruise.

They were talking in loud whisper-yelling voices.

"He can't possibly be aloud in this orphanage! He's mentally screwed up!" Screamed Martha, startling Ms.Cruise.

Martha hates raising her voice.

"I don't see the problem-" Jenna started but again Martha wasn't having it and interrupted. Even through the few minutes I've been eavesdropping I'm still confused.

"He says he can talk to ghost. Jenna, is it normal for a seventeen year old boy to say he can talk to ghosts? Says he befriends them? No. It's not and I don't need that nonsense in my orphanage. But they're sending him anyway. " Martha was ranting now. Something tells me she's not mad she's confused and scared.

I mean just thinking about a boy who says they can talk to ghosts? That's creeping me out. I mean no one can SEE ghosts. Let alone talk to them.

Finally, I decide it's time for me to walk down and act as normal as possible.

"Good morning Ms.Banks." I looked at her face. As red as a tomato, and knew I was right. She's not mad. She's scared.

"Good morning, Brooklyn dear. There is food in the kitchen for lunch and some brownies I cooked last night." She nodded towards the kitchen, and I was looking at her, wondering if I should ask about the mysterious boy she was talking about.

Deciding it would be better if I didn't, I walked towards the kitchen right as they were finishing the conversation up.

Me being me, I stopped to hear what they were saying.

"When is he coming here Martha?" Jenna, who was now rethinking the argument she held earlier about it being no trouble and a boy is a boy, asked.

"Well if they get what they want - which they most likely will, he will be here by tomorrow morning, around eightish." After she said that I imagined Jenna just nodded because I heard no more words, but instead herd walking, the click clack of heals against hard wood floors, and the opening and shutting of the front door.

I decided I would get something to eat and then sit and watch Netflix today.

Although that was the plan, I thought about the boy. The boy who says he can talk to ghosts. And I thought if he really thinks that, he should stay 18282 miles away from me. I don't want to be sucked in by his craziness.

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Okay so first chapter yay!

I hope you like it. Because I do sorta.

I know it's short but cope with me

They will get longer I promise.

~Lexi