I didn't sleep at all last night. How could I when my first day in England I started to hallucinate? Maybe I was more upset than I realized. My mind was under so much pressure that I just snapped. However, even if that was true why in the world would I imagine a person that was a complete stranger to me? In fact what does some guy have to do with anything?

Finally I couldn't take it anymore. I sat up and quickly got out of bed. I turned on a lamp after I tripped on the rug and fell on my face. I ran over to my suitcase, thanking god that I didn't forget to pack my laptop. Once I had it my hands I hurriedly turned it on. I groaned when I saw that the battery was low. I grabbed the charger from out of my bag. I looked behind my desk for a plug, but instead of two like in a normal house, there was only one and it was needed to light the room. I unplugged the lamp; the computer could light the room.

At first I thought that I should wait for it to charge, but I was far too impatient for that. Even though it was charging I used it anyway. As the screen lit up the brightness of the screen made my eyes hurt. I still had to wait a minute or two for it to start up. As soon as it was finished I double clicked the 'Internet Explorer' icon and it opened up on my Google homepage. I typed in 'invisible people' in the search bar. I knew I wouldn't get very far with that, but I had to start somewhere. I clicked on an article and all it said was: when something can't be seen. That didn't make any sense because I did see him.

I sat there and pondered for a few seconds. What if I wasn't hallucinating? What if he was actually real? That didn't make any sense either. If that was true then how come everyone besides me can't see him? Unless I wasn't the only one that could see him, but the way he looked when he realized I could see him tells me that's not the case.

Then a sudden thought crossed my mind. It was probably the only reasonable explanation for what happened. I rather believe this than believe that I was going crazy.

I moved the mouse to clear the screen saver. I typed 'ghosts' in the search bar and then clicked search. I skimmed through all the articles and came up with a simple definition (not that I didn't already know what a ghost was). A disembodied soul of a dead person, it seemed practical enough.

Instead of freaking out I then entered 'people who see ghosts' out of curiosity. I got three explanations: some people believe and some people don't, some people are in desperate need of attention, and my favorite: some people are just freaks. Even though I didn't really consider myself a freak I went with that one.

I closed my laptop. I didn't bother to search for 'ghosts that don't move on' because I have seen all the movies. Ghosts get to stick around if they have unfinished business. For example, maybe they forgot too leave a will or they forgot to feed the dog or read the last chapter of a book. After they finish whatever that is they are yanked back into the afterlife.

Just thinking about all the unfinished business that guy could have inflamed my curiosity so much that I was too excited to sleep. Fortunately it didn't matter because it was six o'clock in the morning. Meaning I have to be dressed and ready for school in exactly one hour.

I chuckled. My first night in a new school and I am already pulling all-nighters. I kept laughing as I went to pick out my outfit. Even though I already knew what I was wearing. Don't you just love uniforms? I thought to myself.

My first period was history. My teacher, Mr. Ralph, was talking about the Louisiana Purchase, something I have been taught about a billon times already. It didn't matter though because I wasn't even listening. I kept dozing off, so much for not being about to sleep. Soon I so was knocked out that I was swaying in my chair. I fell out of my chair, once, but luckily nobody noticed since I sat in the back of the room.

My next period was math. This is something I am really good at, so I don't have to worry about falling asleep. Some people would call me a show off, since I basically walk into the room and claim every question for myself. My hand is literally up before my teacher, can finish asking the question. I guess I am just really competitive when it comes to that stuff either that or I am a dork.

It turns out that Madelyn was in my math class, as soon as I walked into the room she started to flag me down for the seat next to her. Of course she sat all the way in the back; this is the one class that I like to sit up front in.

"What's up doc?" she asked. For the first time I realized that she didn't have an accent.

"Nothing much, you?" I said indifferently.

"Same here, except, are you okay?" she said concerned.

I looked her confusingly. "Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" I asked tucking my hair behind my ear.

"Well, you just seemed really out of it yesterday. Not that I know you well enough to compare how you normally act, but you just seemed weird."

I bit my lip. If I told her about yesterday and my…theory, she would think I was even crazier. I can't lie to her because I am a terrible liar and she would know something was up. So I decided to change the subject. "Madelyn, where are you from?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, where exactly are you from? You can't be from here because you don't' talk with that cool English accent. You don't have to tell me if you don't' want to, but I was just curious." I told her trying to be serious. I wasn't really dying to know or anything, but I didn't have anything else to ask.

It worked. "California." She said smiling. "I was shocked that you caught that, everybody else doesn't really notice." She chuckled. "I was born in Los Angeles."

I gasped. "Are you from Beverly hills?"

Her eyes widened. "No way, I'm from the Valley." She started laughing.

I played along. "Well it's nice to meet you Maddie of the valley," I said giggling despite myself.

Mrs. Mayes walked in five minutes late.

"Good morning class," she greeted us with a smile and set her purse on her desk. Mrs. Mayes wasn't really old. She is probably somewhere around twenty five. She has blonde hair with brunette highlights. We call her Mrs. Mayes, even though she's not wearing a wedding ring. "Sorry I'm late; I had to go to the little girl's room." She flipped her hair. "Let's get started shall we? We have a new student I believe, please stand up and share your name."

I hesitated, but eventually stood. I turned and faced the class. "Hi my name is Shiye," me being self conscious I fidgeted.

"Class?" she said as if she was teaching manners instead of math.

Then the whole class in unison went "Hello Shiye." I had to choke back spasms of laughter. I thought we were in High School not Pre-School. I sat back down and composed myself.

At the end of class Madelyn asked "you're gonna sit with us at lunch aren't you?"

Lunch, the most exciting time of the day. "Sure, if you want me to." I gathered my books.

"Let's go."

When I got to the lunch room my eyes flew to the back corner. He was standing there, the exact same way as yesterday. It was almost as if he hadn't moved at all. Then again why would he? It's not like he had anything better to do.

Apparently he was watching the door. As soon as I walked in his eyes focused on me. We continued to stare at each other until I got to the table, which is when I turned away. As much as I wanted to walk up there and ask a million questions. I knew I couldn't do it with all these people watching.

"Hey Shiye," Abbey said in between a bite of her carrot. She was reading a book at the same time.

"Hey," I said and then took a sip of my water.

Madelyn came back from the lunch line with a tray full of food: pizza, French fries, cupcake, and etc. "Aren't you going to eat something?" she asked taking a bite of her pizza.

I shrugged. "I'm not hungry."

"Oh great, she's not only delusional, she's anorexic too," Bethany muttered. I didn't even realize she was there.

Instead of getting upset I laughed. That wasn't the first time I have ever heard that. My mom used to tell me that if I didn't eat at least three meals a day, she would take me to the hospital to get treated for anorexia.

The others looked at me confusingly. I really didn't fell like explaining so I just shut up. Abbey went back to reading, Madelyn went back to stuffing her face, and Bethany just rolled her eyes like the snob she was. I didn't even bother to point out that she wasn't eating anything either…

Lunch was almost over and I was all out of water. So I got up to throw it away. On my way to the garbage can I looked over at the back corner. To my surprise he wasn't standing there anymore. I guess I was wrong; ghosts do have better things to do than to stand around. I didn't worry though, I knew it wouldn't be the last time I'd see him.

I tried to shorten the trip over there by tossing the bottle in the can. "Shoot," I muttered when I missed. I bent down to retrieve it and properly dropped it in the can. When I turned around I gasped. There he was, inches from my face, staring down at me. Others would have been scared to have an actual ghost in their face, but to my disappointment, all I could think about was how brown his eyes were.

As much as I didn't want to, I blinked. When my eyes reopened he wasn't there anymore. Instead he was standing by the exit, motioning with his finger for me to follow him. Then he walked out.

For a minute I forgot how to walk, but I knew this would probably be one of the only chances to be alone. I didn't want to miss my chance so I went back to the table and gathered my things.

"Shiye, where are you going?" Abbey asked "Lunch isn't over yet."

"Well, it is for me," I said.

"But-." Madelyn started.

"Just let her go," Bethany interrupted. "This is probably the only thing she's good at."

That stopped me. "You know Bethany you should really eat something, you're starting to get bony." She winced. I smiled and walked away.

When I got outside the cafeteria he wasn't there. I had no idea what he was waiting for; there's nobody around. I started to get impatient. "Hello?" I called out feeling stupid for talking to myself. Nobody answered so I tried again. "I know you're around here somewhe-." I was cut off by a hand covering my mouth, and I was gently being pinned to the wall by another hand. I was so surprised that I dropped my books.

"What do you want?" he asked his brown eyes annoyed.

"What are you talking about? You wanted to talk to me remember?" I hope he could understand, the sound was muffled by his hand.

"That's not what I meant." He whispered. "Why are you trying to disturb my peace?"

I blinked. "First of all, I'm not gonna tell you anything while you've got your hand covering my mouth, so get off." he let go of my face and unpinned me from the wall. I took a deep breath. "Thank you. Second of all, what do you mean peace? You hang around a high school for heavens sake." No pun intended.

"Why did you come to this school?" he said with rude accusation in his eyes.

"Why I came here is none of your business." I said offended. "For a ghost you're really rude." Then I looked at him questioningly, "You are a ghost, aren't you?"

"Who wants to know?" he asked narrowing his eyes.

I sighed. "My name is Shiye. I transferred here from Kansas City. And on my first day at this school I saw someone that's supposed to be invisible. Excuse me for wanting to know more." I know the last sentence was a little sarcastic, but he deserved it.

"You want invisible people? Go find a graveyard."

I smiled. "So you admit it, you are a ghost."

He rolled his eyes. "Look, I don't have to-."

"How did you die?" I asked cutting him off.

"Pardon?"

"You're dead, so how exactly did you die?"

He flexed his jaw. "None. Of. Your. Business." He said and then he disappeared.

Another sleepless night came after. It was as if he purposely wouldn't tell me anything just to keep me up at night. What exactly did he have to hide? It not like I was going to tell anybody. Even if I did, nothing would happen, except my mom taking me to a shrink. Anyways, it doesn't matter, but at the same time it does. I want to forget about it, but, let's just say I'm not known for leaving things alone. Something about how secretive he was just makes me want to know more.

I was lying on my bed watching television. I couldn't find anything to watch, so I settled for just flipping the channels. Soon my finger got tired and I picked a channel. I laughed as soon as I realized what was on; Casper Meets Wendy.

Now why couldn't what's-his-name be more like Casper? He wasn't rude to Wendy like what's-his-name was to me. Then again Wendy wasn't as nosey as I was. I sighed. I'm probably never going to see him again.

Soon as the movie ended I clicked the T.V off, I turned out the light, and I didn't go to sleep, instead I just rested. Soon I got bored and clicked the television back on.

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