• It was a horrible dream, or should I say nightmare. I felt myself turning and screaming over and over again. I was trapped. This was the end...
    Then I woke up. Breathing and sighing in deep breathes, I found the strenght to stand up. I touched the ice cold window. That's weird. I pushed it a little harder. It opened. I swear I closed it yesterday. It was so hot a minute ago, but now it was freezing cold. Am I sick?
    I got back in my bed shivering and I hid unnder the covers; the only part you could see of me was my eyes. I felt a presence that wasn't mine.
    I whispered," Who's there?"
    "I'm here." a voice answered.
    "Rosalie, I swear, if that is you.." I continued..
    I heard a chuckle. So I got up from my bed. I cleared my throat. Then before I could mutter a single word, a misty touch went over my mouth. I got up and pushed the window. I didn't want to break it so I stopped. I checked the time. It was half past four. Great. Now I know I am really awake.
    "Okay..Rosalie..if that's how you want to play it..let the games begin."
    I peeked into my older sister's room.
    " Very funny." I said way too loud.
    Rosalie turned so that her back was to me.
    "Stop with the drama, you jerk, it's 4:38!" I screamed.
    Rosalie turned and faced me and then suddenly her eyes opened. I jumped back. Her eyes closed. What a weird sister...


    I went back to my room and I went to my computer. I decided to go to my inbox. I haven't been answering messages for the whole summer and my friends forward lots and lots of junk mail.
    "Message One Deleted." the computer sheepishly said.
    "Message One Deleted." I mimicked.
    " Angeline." a voice said.
    " Huh? What.." I said. I forgot it was five and no one was awake.
    " Angeline."
    " Shut up, Rosalie."
    " My name isn't Rosalie." the voice's temper was heating up.
    "Huh?" I questioned.
    "Turn around."
    I stared at the computer one last time then looked behind me. I couldn't see anything. Just my rays of posters.
    " Who's there?" I repeated.
    " I'm here." the voice answered.
    "What's your name? I can't see you."
    " I know you can't see me."
    "Show yourself!" I was beginning to get scared.
    Then out of thin air. A boy about my age, appeared. He had brunnete hair and the most beautiful color of blue for his mysterical eyes. His face reminded me of something.
    " I'm Jaden." He shot out his hand.
    " I'm Angeline." I said slowly. I was still dazed of to how he got in my room, or better yet, my house.
    " I know you're probably wondering why or how I got in your house." he began.
    " Umm..well pretty much..yea." I stammered.
    "You won't believe me." He started..
    "Try me." I dared him.

    "I'm a ghost."