• My name is Mel. I’m fourteen years old. I guess you could say I have a, well, lets just call it a condition. You are trying to guess what it is, aren’t you?
    Vampire?….NO
    Werewolf?…NO
    Another girl with wings?….NO, but may I say that would be way cool.
    Ghost Whisperer?….in a sense
    I see things as they were not as they are. I can freely interact with people from centuries ago, though they are NOT ghosts. Some people believe that the past replays its self over and over again, well, it’s like that. You know in those ghost shows when the medium shows up and they flash back to what the room would have looked like when the ghost was alive? I see that flashback all the time. This, condition, has always been around. Though it was more of a blur when I was little, it has gotten stronger over the years, but so have I.

    Ch.1
    Another Move

    My parents didn’t react the way parents react in the movies. At first they thought I just had imaginary friends like all the other kids, but as I got older they became concerned. I don’t blame them. I didn’t even try to explain because I didn’t know that they couldn’t see them. So, when I was seven years old I had my first appointment with Dr. Sky (AKA, Kelly).
    I showed Kelly what I saw through my drawings. By then I had become a fairly good artist. It was the only way for me to explain what I was seeing. Kelly then spoke with my parents and they did the unbelievable! You know how in movies everyone wants to keep everything hushed up so the military or something doesn’t take the main character away. Well, my parents practically threw me in a laboratory. For weeks I was having MRI’s and getting my eyes checked and every time everything came back negative Mr. and Mrs. Green would whisk me away to more doctors. That has meant moving to various places across the country for the last seven years.
    Kelly became my best friend, and because my parents are paying her so much to “help” me, I am her only patient. She moves everywhere with us and is practically part of the family now.
    We are currently living in Florida. The good part is that we moved in to a house that is bran spanking new. That means my family is it’s first past. So, no previous people to distract me from my work. Kelly decided that I should be ready to draw the house the first time I see it, but because it was a new house there was no point. Too bad the docs didn’t give my parents the right answer when they told them that there is nothing medically wrong with me. In other words, bye Florida, hello Missouri. Wonderful.
    Luckily Mom and Dad feel bad whenever they tell me we’re moving so they are taking me out to dinner. I chose the Pizza Parlor that I work at, secretly so I can say goodbye to Clara and Hannah, or as Kelly calls them, my stars. You know, like the ones you see when you hit your head real hard. They have become good friends and keep me company when I work the night shift.
    “ Hey Mel! What are you doing here,” David asks from behind the counter?
    “ This is my we’re moving tomorrow dinner. Didn’t I tell you?” I say adding my British accent for affect.
    “ Hello Mr. and Mrs. Green. Hi Kelly. You guys can sit anywhere, I’ll be right over.” David was really nice when he accepted my poor excuse of an explanation for Kelly when he first noticed her following me around last year. I think that he could tell it was a touchy subject because he never asked another question about it. He just got used to it and treats her as if everything is normal. Of course, he doesn’t know that everything isn’t normal but I can tell he has his suspicions.
    I lead the way to my favorite table, the one in the left corner. It’s so pretty, there’s this gas lamp hanging above it that just sets the whole mood. It’s a small round wooden table with four small similar chairs. Kelly taps my arm; I slide into the booth with her across from my mother and father. Not ten seconds after we sit down my mom starts her speech. “ I ‘m sorry we’re moving again Melanie. You know we’re doing this for your own good, right?”
    “ Yes Mom. I know,” I say through gritted teeth. The last time she said that I freaked and didn’t talk to my parents for weeks, but at a glance from Kelly I remembered what we had talked about and tried to relax.
    “Hullo Mel,” came the soft voice from behind me.
    “Hi Charlie, I can’t talk right now okay.” Charlie is Clara’s little brother. “ Okay,” he replies and leaves.
    “ So what will it be tonight?” David’s voice pulls me back to reality as quickly as I had left it. He gave me that puzzled look he usually does when he sees me talking to “myself.” Besides my parents, Kelly is the only person who knows about my, how did I put it…condition. I’ve never had a friend close enough to me to tell them.
    “ Um…. a large Hawaiian with extra pineapple, breadsticks and a jug of coke.” Hawaiian pizza is my favorite. There is just something about baked pineapple that tastes amazing. We spend all of dinner talking about the schedule for tomorrow. I have to get up before six o’clock in the morning! Did I tell you it was summer?! “ Hey Dad, before we leave I’m going to go to the back and say bye to David.”
    “ Alright Sweetie.” As I am heading to the back, Charlie joins up with me. He’s just the cutest thing when he’s all upset. I meet up with Clara and Hannah in the Break office. All the employees call it that because there is no purpose for it; it’s not even an Asst. manager’s office. It’s just…a room.

    TO BE CONTINUED.....