Excerpt from GIVING UP THE GHOSTS

 

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[The following is an excerpt from the book for young adults that I am hoping to get published. The book is mostly written in third person, with the occasional chapters from Andie’s diary that are written in first person. This is the first of those chapters.  If you want to read more we’ll just have to get it published. 🙂 Enjoy.]

CHAPTER 6:  IN SEARCH OF ANSWERS

Dear Diary,

I’m so frustrated. School is horrible this year. I have no friends and everyone thinks I’m strange and it’s all because of the ghosts. I hoped it would get better, but we have been in school for over a month and it’s only getting worse. They treat me even worse than MM. What’s really strange is MM keeps trying to talk to me. I actually think she seems kind of nice, but I’m afraid of talking to her. I mean, either I will ruin her reputation more, or she’ll ruin mine. But I’m so lonely. I guess I could try to be her friend, but if I do I know that my chances of being popular are over for good. Then again, the ghost things seem to have ruined that anyway. I’m so confused.

I really wish I had someone living to talk to about ghosts who could give me advice. I tried to talk to Mom the other day, but she shuts down every time I mention the strange things that happen around me. She won’t let the impossible disturb her scientific mind. And Dad always thinks I’m being creative. I’m going to have to try someone else; someone who believes in this kind of thing. Today I saw an ad in the paper for a psychic. I know exactly where she lives too. She’s in that little cottage on the other side of town, the one next to the yellow house full of kids. I’ve seen her sign “Psychic Readings: Let me help you solve your problems through the spiritual realm.”  Well I have a HUGE problem. Seeing ghosts isn’t fun anymore. They are around all the time and it’s so hard. Maybe the psychic will help me convince the ghosts to give me a little space. I’ve been saving babysitting money for a while now. I was planning on buying an iPod, but this is more important. I hope his woman can help me.

Hold on, diary, Irene just appeared in my room and she’s trying to get my attention. I’m so mad at her after she embarrassed me the other day. Why does she have to interfere? I have to make her leave me alone so I can write in privacy. That’s part of the problem. I never have any privacy with all of these ghosts popping in and out.

Wow, getting rid of her was harder than I thought, Diary. That visit was really strange. She must have been reading over my shoulder because she said “We’re sorry if we are bothering you, but we need you.”

I told her that I don’t know what she means and that I’m tired of being embarrassed.

Then she said, “Wait, I’ll show you.” She faded slightly as if she was going to go to wherever they go when they aren’t bothering me and said in a faraway voice “Come talk to her now.”

A man and a woman appeared next to Irene. I hate it when you can tell how someone died, and this time I could. They looked a little crispy around the edges, as if they were burned in a fire. They were dressed in jeans and sweaters that could be seen in any store today so they couldn’t have died too long ago. They looked a little confused, as if they had never appeared before. They tried to speak, but that was also faint as if they had never communicated from beyond.

The woman started crying, which is a horrible sound coming from a ghost and said, “Help her.”

I think the man said something like, “Tell her . . .” But he seemed to not have much practice speaking so the end of his sentence was garbled. I couldn’t hear what I was supposed to tell someone. I have no idea what they were talking about.

I yelled “GO AWAY!” as loud as I could and the two strange ghosts popped out quickly. Irene looked at me sadly for a minute and whispered “Please help us. Please don’t give up.” and then faded away slowly.

I feel sorry for these ghosts but I don’t know what they mean. I can’t help them. I just want my life to be normal.

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