|Since I Died
Author: Isabel James PM
On Isabel's 16th birthday her best friend Kyra gets drunk and kills them both. Then Isabel turns into a ghost and has to find her way back to the real world.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Spiritual/Fantasy - Chapters: 4 - Words: 3,184 - Reviews: 4 - Follows: 1 - Updated: 07-29-12 - Published: 04-20-12 - id: 3015252
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"Izzy, hurry up," my best friend Kyra whined at me, "We're going to be late for the party of the century here."
"Kyra could you hold on for one second, I'm still getting my eyeliner on."
"Well hurry up, I still don't want to be late."
"It's my sweet sixteen party; do you think I want to be late?" I said while I was running the pencil under my bottom eyelashes.
"Then why are you taking so freaking long?"
"There I'm done" I said as I put the eyeliner into my make-up case for if I needed it later. I walked over and looked in my full length mirror for last checks, to make sure nothing was messed up. I was wearing a sleeveless knee length sapphire blue dress with matching shoes and earrings, making my blue/green/grey eyes stand out and twinkle like stars in the midnight sky on a new moon. My knotty chestnut brown hair was curled and pulled back out of my face. I had on just the right amount of make-up, it made me look flawless, but not a complete fake. I loved it.
I didn't see Kyra walk up behind me, which is why I jumped when she put her hand on my shoulder. "Beautiful, even more so than me" she told me, I know she was lying because next to her I looked like a little girl playing dress-up.
Kyra was wearing a dazzling red mini dress that only came up to midthigh and was very low cut , with black stilettos that made her look several inches taller than me, which she already was. Her pale blonde hair looked like silk, and her green eyes looked so much like lily pads you could practically see the frogs jumping from one eye to the other in amusement. Her natural flawless looks made my make-up covered skin look completely and undeniably fake from close up.
"Now come on. Lets go have some fun," Kyra said.
There were only a few places that people were willing to show up for a party. Roger Rigles house, because he was the richest teenager in town, so that meant he has a pool. The country club, once again because of the pool and also because the boys loved to see if they can break into the bar. And the oldest barn still standing in Winter Falls, Virginia, for reasons still unknown to man.
I chose to have my party at the country club since it is September and the temperatures at night start to go below 60 degrees. However I have no doubt that there would be a group of boys or girls or both would decide to go for a little midnight swim.
By the time Kyra parked her car and we got into the ballroom it was really crowded, and really loud. The music was so loud I could feel the floor shake with every single beat.
"Looks like the guys succeeded in breaking into the bar this time," Kyra shouted pointing over to the opposite side of the room. There was a group of people gathered around a tub of something I was guessing was alcohol. "I'm going to go grab a beer."
"Kyra no!" I yelled at her over the music.
"Why not, I thought this was a party."
"But, I do not feel like being wrapped around a tree on the night of my sweet sixteen party,"
"Fine, but if I can't drink that means you have enjoy a couple for me." Kyra said shoving me towards the tub of drinks and walking off to the dance floor.
Instead of yelling back at her saying that I'm not an alcoholic, I just walked away. I decided to go for a walk out by the garden since it was the least likely place I would find anyone to bug me.
"Are you Isabel James?" I heard a young mans voice ask behind me.
"Depends on who's asking."
"I'm taking that as a yes."
"Who are you?" I asked as I turned around to face the boy. He was tall, he had brown hair that looked a lot like mine, his eyes were such a dark brown that they looked like melted chocolate. He was wearing jeans, a t-shirt, and most likely a designer jacket.
"Steven Foster. My cousin is Roger Rigles." That is where the designer jacket comes in.
"Okay and that means what to me?"
"I don't know. What would it mean to you?"
"Nothing that is what, so what do you want?"
"I just wanted to say happy birthday."
"Thanks, I guess." I told him.
"So when was your birthday?"
"What did you get?"
"Some shoes, money, a pillow pet."
"Seriously? A pillow pet?
"Hey they aren't all that childish. I love it; my friend gave me a unicorn."
"Well, I better get going. Sorry we couldn't talk longer, but it was nice to meet you."
After I walked away I went straight to the dance floor. I could not shake the heebie-jeebie feeling Steven gave me. It was like when you know someone is watching you and your hair stands on the back of your neck.
I tried to find Kyra, but after ten minutes of searching I gave up and walked over to the edge where they were serving the nonalcoholic drinks that I had bought for the party. Not a lot of people were over here but there were enough to hide me from anyone I didn't want to see. Well almost everyone.
"Hello again," I heard a husky voice say.
"Steven what do you want?" I asked him.
"Nothing much, just the world, more money, and a beautiful queen to help rule my world."
"Ha-ha, very funny," I said without the least bit of tone in my voice.
"I wasn't joking," he said with huge smile on his face that obviously contradicted his words.
"Neither was I."
"So what happened to 'I better get going.'?"
"My rides missing," I told Steven.
"Your car has gotten stolen already? Man that must stink."
"No, my best friend is off somewhere."
"Do you need a ride?"
"No, my mom always told me not to get into cars with strange guys." I said as I looked around the ballroom, I saw Kyra, "besides there's my ride," I walked over to Kyra. "Where were you?"
"I was dancing," she told.
"I didn't see you on the floor."
"That's because I wasn't lying on the floor, I was up on my feat dancing," she said with a little giggle.
"Are you drunk?"
"No I'm just a little buzzed."
"You are so not driving home."
"Whoa. Who said anything about going home?"
"Me, the birthday girl."
"I don't want to."
"You have to. Come on Kyra."
"Okay, but I'm coming straight back."
"Fine by me," I said as I started walked to the car.
"Hey, you know what I just realized," Kyra said, "You don't have a license yet. So you can't drive. Ha ha ha," gosh could she be any more childish.
"I rather take my chances driving then get into the car with you."
"Then I guess you'll be walking."
"No, I'm going to be driving," I told her.
"Kyra hand over the keys now."
"NO! You can't make me."
"Kyra, don't make me call your parents," I threatened.
"You wouldn't dare."
"Oh, yes I would. And you have till the count of three before I turn right around and go call them," I held out my hand then started counting, "One, two," nothing. Why wouldn't she hand over the keys, "three. Alright I'm going."
And then blackness.
I remember waking up in Kyra's car, and crap, she was driving. She must have hit me over the head with something. Well, nothing I could do about it now with out killing myself and Kyra. The only thing I could hope for was that she wouldn't get us killed.
About five minutes into the car ride Kyra suddenly sped up as we neared a curb.
"Kyra, slow down." I told her as we edged closer and closer, 500 yards, 400.
"No way, I'm going to make this." 300 yards, 200.
"Kyra, we're going to die if you don't slow down." 100 yards, 50, 25.