*Olivia Jillian Hunters' POV*
"Hi, Ollie! Good morning, my little ray of sunshine! I know the sun hasn't come out yet, but I'm here early because we got a breakfast meeting with an investor, and Candice and I will have a flight home after that. We will check on your brother, and we will be back here soon. Maybe he will come with us. He surely misses you so much and has been wanting to see you soon. Please do good here, alright? Get well." My father whispered after planting a kiss on my forehead while holding my right hand gently, and I looked at my ghost right hand when I had felt something weird on it.
I felt his touch. Woah! Could it mean something good? That means I am still connected with my physical body, right? Oh, my ghost!
"I'll see you soon, Ollie." He muttere
*Olivia Jillian Hunters' POV* --- A deep sigh escaped my lips as I walked to my bed to lay down. I just arrived in my room after searching for anyone who could notice me and help me out. Another day has passed, and eleven days is all I have left. I feel worried, anxious, and a bit hopeless. I don't know what to do anymore, but I can't give up. I need to keep going. Perhaps I should go to the Academy since I am done wandering at the mall, parks, streets, and other places where there are many people, which I hoped that I could find the hero that could save me from death. I looked at the digital clock on my nightstand and saw that it is already dismissal time at the PWA. There will be only a few students there. Maybe tomorrow. When my g
*Olivia Jillian Hunters' POV* --- Feeling all of the confusing sensations a person could feel, Grace and I slowly turned our heads to the girl who owned the laptop, where there are pictures that look so familiar with the people we both knew. And I am having a hard time believing and repudiating the possible reason why there are pictures of Sydney and Harvey on Daisy's computer. Could she be the one who gave me those pictures? Why would she do so? I noticed that Grace's face is turning red, and she's been taking a deep breath. And I truly know that she is angry, but she's trying to hold it. Instead of confronting our friend, she scrolled something in the computer, then opened a folder named Photoshop XFiles. I tried to see what was in there, yet it was empty. I know what Grace would want to see. The pictures- the edited ones.
*Sydney Roswell's POV* --- "Hey, Syd! Are you sure that you are not going to ride with us home later?" My cousin asked me while we were eating lunch at the academy's canteen, and I nodded my head in response. "Yep. You can go ahead. It might take me an hour tutoring Yasmine at the library." I answered and took a bite of my sandwich, and I saw on the side of my eyes that Vidia was about to get my apple juice box; then, I slapped her arm. "Ouch! I need just a sip." She retorted and still got the empty thing, and I smirked when she looked disappointed in finding out that it had nothing inside. She already finished hers, yet she can't get enough. "Alright, I still have to go somewhere, too. And that means I won't be riding with you
*Olivia Jillian Hunters' POV* --- I sat on my bed, wondering where did everyone else go as I arrived home and found that no one was around. All who are left here are Mimi, and Mr. Gubbels, our gateman. Dad and Candice must have taken Jonas with them back to New York City earlier tonight. My father mentioned that they would be spending time with my unconscious body back there before I totally depart from the world of the living— my remaining time is coming shorter and shorter. Ugh, this just sucks so much. Why do I have to experience this kind of situation? Maybe I am just unlucky naturally. Though I don't want to die yet, I guess I have no other choice but to accept it maybe. What else can I do, right? I have been trying to go back i
*Sydney Roswell's POV*---I heard her call out to me, but I just kept on walking fast while feeling my heart was about to jump out of my chest. No, it's not real. She is not real. I am just seeing and hearing things."Hey, wait! Why do you have such long legs? Stop for a second, Roswell!" She uttered, and she seemed to be close behind me, and I would never look back. Instead of doing what she told me, I began to run to head out of the academy's gate."Sydney!!!" She yelled out, but nothing can ever stop me.I arrived at a bus stop station, panting, and I think the creepy image of OJ is nowhere near me now, thankfully.Maybe I was just hallucinating that I am seeing her. Yes, I wanted to
*Olivia Jillian Hunters' POV* --- "Woah! Cool! You have a very fancy bedroom, Syd. I like the shade of blue colors. I'll just call you Syd, alright? But if you prefer to be called by other names, I'm cool with it, too. Just tell me." I let out in awe as I roamed my gaze around the room of my former greatest foe and saw that she was in her bed, under the sheets, and seemed like shaking in fear. Hmm. She could indeed notice me, and I could never be more happier in my whole damn life knowing that it's her that could save me from despair. Moments passed, and I heard no response from her. I went near her bed while contemplating what to tell her to make this poor girl less scared of me. I mean... Do I really look so damn scary? Are there bloodstains on my dress? Well, I can't notice since it's red. How about my face? Are there big
*Sydney Roswell's POV*---I gulped, nervous and trying not to look behind me where my pal has been intently staring at, "What is it, Ems?""Behind you, Syd. " She answered with wide eyes and looked so surprised, and I know better; she's just messing up with me."Knock it off, idiot. I know you could have jumped out the window already and run home if you could really see any ghost in here or even just a cockroach." I told her and rolled my eyes, and she went laughing her ass out."I'm just kidding, Syd. But seriously, though, are you freaking serious about what you are saying? That OJ is... Around? Her ghost? Oooh." She asked me curiously. "Yes. Do I look like I'm kidding? Will I be freaking out if not?" I confirmed, nodding my head in re
*Olivia Jillian Hunters' POV*---"I told you already. I won't leave until you talk to me. Properly. Like a real person." I asserted and saw the troubled blondie who just woke up get out of her bed. She began fixing her bed and not bothering to reply. Didn't she hear me? I am hella sure she did."Hey, come on, Syd. I am not trying to scare you. I am here for a reason—a big one." I continued and noticed she had taken something from the nightstand on the right side of her bed.I stood up to walk near her bed and sat down while trying to see what she was doing. I hastily closed my eyes when she suddenly sprayed something at me."What the f*ck?