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Life With Mandee! Pt. 4Authors Comments: comment and rate if ya enjoyed...the more rates the faster it comes up =D thanx
Romance
 Created on 9-30-08
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“You’re my age now!” Mandee exclaimed happily.
I rolled my eyes heavenward. Mandee had continuously pointed that out for the past two weeks since my seventeenth birthday and after the third time I believe I had got it already.
“Well, you’re as old as me when I died. Technically I’m two or three hundred years old,” she shrugged. “I forget.”
This was also something she had informed me of.
Mandee was silent, twirling. She stopped suddenly then vanished.
“Come in!” I shouted before my mother had an opportunity to knock. The door opened and my mother entered, brows furrowed.
“How do you always do that?” she demanded.
“I hear your footsteps,” I lied lamely.
She shook her head as if to brush off the subject. “Are you ready?” she asked.
I nodded grabbing my bag from the floor by my bed.
“I’ll be there in a minute,” I said making it look as though I was hunting for something.
Mom nodded and left the room.
I counted down in my head.
Five…four…three…two…
One.
“Whew! That was close!” Mandee exclaimed in front of me—the same thing she says every time she comes back from a close encounter with my mother.
I briefly wondered if dying and becoming a ghost made you repetitious.
“Are we leaving now?” she asked excitedly.
That was something Mandee had become accustomed to doing that she really needed to break. Going to school with me. It was most likely why everyone believed me so weird. Who would hang out with a girl who openly talked to herself?
It was not as if I meant it to happen but I was the only one Mandee would let see her and it’s hard to ignore something that is in front of you talking nonstop.
“Mandee, would you mind staying home today?”
Mandee’s face looked immediately heart broken.
“It’s not that I don’t want you to come!” I added quickly. “It’s just I’m so used to you being there that I want to see if I’ll…be alright without you there,” I lied steadily.
“Oh,” she said sympathetically. “I understand. You’ve grown so dependant on my presence that you don’t know if you can handle it without me.”
“Sure,” I mumbled.
She nodded with a mothering and understanding look. She patted my arm and I fought the shiver. One thing that was definitely ghostly about Mandee was the coldness that swept across you skin at her touch.
“I think your right. It’s time you go out on your own. You don’t always need me around. After all you are seventeen now,” she nodded, satisfied with herself. She walked over the bed and sat down. “You’ll do fine. Now go on! I’ll be here waiting on you!” she waved happily.
I smiled lightly and left the room as quickly as possible before she decided to change her mind.
The day passed much easier than I thought any day at school could pass. There were no surprise appearances from Mandee making me to scream slightly during class causing everyone to look at me funny.
No talks in the hallways in which only I could see the person I was talking too. For once in my life I felt slightly normal.
When I came home Mandee was there waiting eagerly for me.
“How did it go?” she cried happily.
I opened my mouth to speak but before I did Mandee had something to tell me.
“I made a new friend!” she cried with her hands at her face.
“What?” I questioned, my eyes widening.
She nodded eagerly. “He was very nice and worked in the flowers outside.”
“You mean you showed you’re self to him? Does he know you’re a ghost?”
Mandee frowned and shook her head. “He doesn’t know I’m dead but I did speak to him.”
I was in shock. Mandee revealing herself to someone other than me was…unfathomable.
“Y-you…b-but…” I couldn’t get anything out. My brain was still trying to process it all.
“You mean you really talked to him and he talked back?”
She nodded her smile fading a bit. “Yes Jane, he spoke to me. Words came from his mouth as he addressed himself to me.” She spoke slowly as if allowing me time to process each word.
I collapsed down onto my bed.
She frowned at my manner. “Slumping with your moth hanging open like a dog is not very lady like.”
I scowled at her.
“Neither is scowling!” she said happily twirling.
If it was possible to punch a ghost I would do it at that moment.
“How long did you talk to him?” I asked finally.
“Not very long,” she sighed sadly. “He had his work to do and I just couldn’t interrupt him for long. I’m not like those hussies I used to compete with, always interrupting a man in the middle of something just for a moment’s flirting time,” she shook her head.
She continued on her ramble about the ‘hussies’ of the past and lost in thought about her new ‘friend’.
“I think I’ll go outside.” I mumbled and she nodded happily.
“I’m going to stay here I think,” she spoke more to herself than to me.
I made my way from my room and to my backyard. Mandee had revealed herself to someone else and although she was thrilled about it I was not so sure this was a good thing.
Of course this guy didn’t know she was a ghost according to Mandee but what if he figured it out? I knew that if I told someone that a ghost was living in my house and wouldn’t leave me alone that I would be considered crazy but if Mandee continued to reveal herself then people would begin to believe more easily.
Then they would come to my house to see the ghost and the place in which she died and with the technology now a day it would become worldwide before we had time to blink.
I couldn’t let that happen because then I would also become a center focus for knowing about her for as much time as I had. They would want to know how we met, why she chose me to reveal herself, what I knew about her past before she died.
I most defiantly did not want that.
So lost in my thoughts was I and now making my way through my mother’s flower garden I did not notice the hunched over figure until I came tumbling across it and landed on my face in the dirt.
**THIS WAS CREATED BY ME AND MY BUDDY AMBER/CRAZKOALA!**
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Please Login to post comments| On October 16th 2008 xHickChick789x Said : | |
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wow, can't wait for more!! kmpp! |
| On October 4th 2008 twilightx28 Said : | |
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Haha, update soon? Mandee's in trouble, lol. : ] |
| On September 30th 2008 toni2006 Said : | |
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i loved it can't wait to see what happens in the next chapter |
| On September 30th 2008 jirrith2007 Said : | |
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YAY!! another chapter!I LOVES it! she finally revealed herself to someone else. I wonder what is up with the guy... |
