*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?
*Sydney Roswell's POV*---"Ooh, you like black coffee? Me, too! You know, I can never start a day without it. I could even take two cups a day or more—one in the morning and once at night. But I could still sleep properly, though. No caffeine can ever stop me from closing my eyes." The annoying, noisy, and cheerful girl in red sitting in front of me kept blabbering things while I ate my breakfast, and I did my best in trying to ignore her since I performed a curse on her. But she seems not to believe that I can't see nor hear her anymore. With all honesty, I really didn't know what else to do with her, so she would leave me alone.I took the last bite of my pancake and stood up to head to the sink to wash the dishes I used."I will go with you to school, Syd. And wherever you
*Olivia Jillian Hunters' POV*---"Yeeeeet! Come on, Sydney! We know you do." Vidia taunted the blushing blondie, and I just couldn't help but feel all shocked about what I was hearing. Are those true?"Where the hell did you get the idea of that? That's absurd! It's not freaking true." She retorted, a bit angry, and glared at the girl sitting on my left, Emma, who shook her head vigorously, saying, "I didn't say sh*t."What the heck is happening? Do these people think that Sydney has a thing on me? That she's gay? Like... She likes me? Is it? Wow!"Really? Not even just a crush?" Kevin asked, and I could see him in the mirror, smiling so wide while focusing his gaze on the road."
*Sydney Roswell's POV*----At precisely ten minutes that I had been carefully answering my math test paper, I almost jumped on my seat when I heard a girl singing at the top of her lungs without caring of anything in the world. I looked at the newcomer who walked in through the closed door while she was still singing with her heart's content and making gestures, and I glared daggers at her. What the f*ck is her problem? What in the world is she trying to do this time?The annoying ghost went on and on and sat on the front table while the teacher was busy typing something on his computer. Honestly, if she's not trying to bother me, I might compliment her remarkable talent, but right now, I need total silence.
*Sydney Roswell's POV*---"So... What's your price, Syd? Name anything." OJ asked me as she sat beside me on my left on the bench where I first noticed her yesterday. I turned my head to look at her after I waved goodbye to Yasmine. We just finished our afternoon tutoring session, and here I am, stuck with a ghost."Price? For what? I haven't agreed that I'm going to help you, did I?" I answered and heard her let out a soft laugh and answered, "Right. But I'm sure you are going to help me, whether you like it or not. Or else you would be pestered by me throughout the whole week until God knows when.""Mhmm. Well, you still have to answer one question for me to know if you are OJ." I uttered, and she snapped her head to see if I was kidding or what.