A little less than a year ago my friend Neveah (you might know her as AhsokaTano141516) had the most amazing story idea. We turned it into a book, which we completed in a couple months. Here it is! I love you enjoy! Love ya (like a sis :) ), AhsokaTano141516! Hope you enjoy!
I'm Anabella, but you probably knew that. Or maybe you didn't. Either way, I'm still Anabella Rose Lanie. I still live on 3245 Trailside Dr. Pasadena, California. I still have a know-it-all twin sister, Arabella Macaulay Lanie, who is still just a tiny bit older than me. We are still blonde, still blue eyed. We still have a father, Howard Lanie, who still only has his master's degree in engineering. Most importantly my mother is still dead. Nothing could change any of that, well unless you invent the time machine, go back in time squash a cockroach, and therefore rearrange the course of human events. Possibly eliminating human kind forever, but you don't know that. Nor do most humans know that ghosts exist, which eliminates the element of belief. I believe in ghosts. I was 11, but that was 4 years ago. My sister was with me, and ever since then she's been trying to prove two things. One being ghosts exist, two being she's not crazy. I, on the other hand have been hiding my knowledge of ethereal beings.
I believe that's enough 'background check' for now. Now you might understand this.
I wake up on the top bunk of the bunk bed Arabella and I share. The royal smartness of course gets the bottom. She has the alarm clock. And right now it is blaring an unplayful tune, LOUDLY. Arabella, among other things, is the heavy sleeper. So, of course, she isn't awake (lazy bum!). I push a pillow over my ears, in hopes of blocking out the annoying racket. Eventually I give up, throwing the pillow at her face. "Hey! What's the big idea?!" Arabella complains.
"The 'big idea' is that your retarded alarm clock won't shut up!" I snap.
"Ok, first off, 'retarded' isn't A) a nice word, and B) that term is inaccurate, considering the alarm clock is inanimate, so its thoughts couldn't be hampered by a disability!" she retorts. I hear her slam down on the clock followed by sweet, sweet silence. I turn over hoping to sleep a couple more (ok, more like 20) minutes. But sadly, I am awake. I stumble down the ladder. And get my shower. I braid back my long blonde hair, into a French braid. I put on boot cut jeans, my favorite converse, and the first clean t-shirt I find in my dresser, which turns out to be solid purple. I slip my key necklace around my neck, Mom gave it to me before she… she umm… passed away. My heart lurches at the thought of Mom. Stop Ana! I think to myself, you must stay strong for Arabella. Speak of the devil (ok, not literally) I look around and there she is. Once again, snoring away the day. I am furious. I shake her, "WAKE UP YOU LAZY BUTT!" I scream.
"Why do you hate sleep?" Arabella groans.
"Heh, heh. I don't, your 'stupid'-better word for ya? - Alarm clock does. Now get up already!" I say angrily. I wish I could be sleeping! I walk away, stomp down the stairs to the kitchen. There I fix breakfast. Toast with peanut butter for both of us, plus 2 glasses of milk. Dad has some sticky note stuck to the fridge about 'Mr. Cooper having something "direly" important to show him' whatever, I don't care. I've heard it all before. It's a rare occasion for Dad to actually be home, yet another reason for me having to be strong. Arabella nearly sprints down the stairs about 5 minutes later.
"Ana, Ana, Ana, Ana, Ana! I have the best idea. I came up with it last night while we were watching America's Funniest Home Videos. But it took me 'til now to have a thorough explanation," she says this about a mile a minute. Clearly she's excited.
"Ok, shoot." I say only half paying attention. I'm playing fruit ninja on my iPhone and I'm about to beat my high score.
"We start a club!" she starts. I press pause and look up at her, raising one eyebrow. I'm kinda confused. I set down my iPhone and start eating my miserable excuse for breakfast. She continues, "A ghost hunter club. We'll call ourselves J.G.H., junior ghost hunters. And to enter you must have seen a ghost. So, duh, we are both automatically in. of course to spread the word we'll have to put up fliers, and have messages during announcements, and such. And I know exactly where we will start, the Lizzie Borden House!" she says I think she is shaking with excitement. I set my hand on her shoulder, and very calmly talk to her, "Look, I'm not so sure this is a good idea, sis. I mean everyone already thinks you are cuckoo for cocoa puffs!"I try to keep my voice steady. Because on the inside I'm laughing like crazy.
"Of course it's a good idea! I mean if one ghost is real, why shouldn't there be more? And certainly we aren't the only people who have ever seen ghosts! Together we can finally prove it! We can prove that ghosts exist in the world around us!" Arabella starts jumping up and down with excitement flowing through her like electricity.
"Fiiiiiiiiiiine. We'll give a shot," I sigh. Though it's unlikely, this may actually work.
"YAY!" she yells happily and starts doing this funny little dance. With a second thought I'm worried this isn't such a good idea. I'm afraid I'll get attached to a person, only to lose them. But I'll be the first to admit I get FER-EAK-ED at haunted houses during Halloween. I'm almost certain I'm gonna pee my pants at the real-eo deal-eo.