Is this heaven?

4:10am: Table of contents, basically.
Listed in chronological order (by the date they were added to this journal, not necessarily when they were written). So if you want to read stuff I wrote when I was like, thirteen, start at the beginning. If you want to read the stuff that might actually be good, look toward the end. And if you want to compare my old writing style (crap) to my current writing style (slightly better crap) read some from the beginning and some from the end.


2004 or earlier

There Is No Heaven
Type: Short story 
Genre: Angst

Unforbidden (Locked)
Type: Poem

The Dream
Type: Poem

Not So Lovely
Type: Poem

A Few Moments of Serenity
Type: Poem

28 Dolls
Type: Poem

A Generic Expression of Love
Type: Poem

Robo Kitties Space Force
Type: Chapter Story
Genre: Science Fiction

Apocalypse
Type: Poem

My Thirst Won't Go On
Type: Song parody

How I Feel
Type: Poem

Never Will
Type: Poem

Theater Act
Type: Poem

Cynicism
Type: Poem

Tomato Song
Type: Song

Morbid Afternoon
Type: Poem

Sunset
Type: Poem

Optimism
Type: Poem

Humpty Dumpty
Type: Article
Genre: Humor

Fish
Type: Poem

The Twins
Type: Poem

Goldfish
Type: Poem

Blood In My Tea
Type: Poem


2005

Twins (A) (B) (C) (D)
Type: Story
Genre: Supernatural, Fantasy

Chaykeely: Book One (1a) (1b) (2) (3a) (3b) (4a) (4b) (5) (6)
Type: Novella
Genre: Fantasy

Chaykeely: Book Two (1) (2) (3) (4) (5)
Type: Novella
Genre: Fantasy

Phantom of the Opera in a Nutshell
Type: Parody

Yours Eternally
Type: Short story
Genre: Romance, Drama


2006

When Dreams Fade (P) (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8) (9) (10) (11) (E)
Type: Novella
Genre: Realism, Drama

The Princess And The Dragon
Type: Short story
Genre: Comedy, Fantasy

An Empty Box
Type: Short story
Genre: Romance, Drama


2007

Alone
Type: Short story
Genre: Angst


2009

Abnormal (P) (1) (2)
Type: Novel
Genre: Supernatural

8:03pm: Robo Kitties Space Force Chapter Two
Author's Note: Okay, I changed a whole lot from the original. I'm pretty sure it's going to be going in a completely different direction (after all, I wrote the original when I was, like, twelve, so...yeah, it sucked). Also, if I make a typo that omits the letter "G" it's because my "G" is broken. Yeah. I have to press down really hard on it for it to work at all.


Number Two found that it was remarkably easy to sleep in her room, despite the color. She couldn't remember the last time she had slept that well; then again, she couldn't remember the last time she had slept at all. She couldn't remember anything before she had awoken the previous morning, but she assumed she must have had some sort of existance before.

Sitting up in her bed, Number Two looked at her surroundings. The bed was simple: a thin mattress with a pink sheet supported by a white metal frame. There was a chair in the corner. It was pink, of course. The walls were pink, and so was the carpet. There were no windows, but there was a single mirror in the corner of the room opposite the chair. Number Two walked toward it, inspecting herself.

She touched her face with a metal paw. Her face was made of flesh, and she wondered vaguely if this was the same face she had had before she had become an anthropomorphic robotic cat. Her face was distinctly human, despite the cat-like features, such as flase whiskers, that had been implanted. She reached up to touch her ears, which made a small "clang" sound as they connected with her paws. Looking down, she inspected her boots, which were also metallic, with a rubber sole. She had tried removing them the night before. They didn't budge. Neither did the metallic suit she was wearing. She concluded that they must be part of her body.

She approached her door to leave the room just as it opened. Ria, the female scientist who had shown her the room the night before, was standing there. "Oh, good, you're awake," she said. "Dr. Tanaka needs you to report to the Training Room for conditioning."

Number Two nodded, noticing Number One emerging from his own room out of the corner of her eye. He waved at her when he saw her, and Number Two rolled her eyes. Landon, the other scientist from the night before, was apparently trying to tell Number Two something, but he wasn't paying attention.

"I'll take you to the Training Room now," Ria said, leading Number Two down a hallway. "You'll be spending a great deal of your time here, building up your strength."

"If I'm a robot, shouldn't I be programmed as you need me, already?"

"You're not exactly a robot," Ria said, opening a door, "And you haven't exactly been programmed, either."

Number Two wanted to ask her what she meant, but then she looked at the room. It was huge, filled with all types of equipment. Number Two had no idea what any of it was for, but she wondered if she would be expected to use all of it.

Landon entered the room from another door, followed a second later by Number One. They immediately walked up to Ria. "Dr. Tanaka sent me a message. Apparently, he's busy with the other subjects, and wants us to go ahead with the training ourselves. This one," he said, pointing to Number One, "Is to work on physical training today. The other one is assigned to technical training and foreign relations. Tomorrow, they will switch, and the next day, they will work together on both. He said to continue in this manner until we are sure that they are ready for their mission. When that time comes, we are to let him know and he will decide for himself if they are ready."

Ria raised an eyebrow. "So he isn't going to be involved in any part of the training?"

"Not until it is finished, no. He's very busy." He looked at her. "So I think that I should take over the technical training, while you take over the physical training."

"And why do you think that?" she asked.

"Because Dr. Tanaka left me in charge," he said. "Now I will take Number Two over to the technical station, and you can work with Number One over here."

Ria sighed, turning to Number One as Landon and Number Two walked away. Number One looked at her expectantly.

"You're just going to stand there and let him walk all over you?" he asked.

"He's in charge," she said, shrugging.

"He's also a jerk," Number One said. "He treats us like objects."

Ria looked away from him. "Come on. We have work to do." The conversation was making her uncomfortable. Dr. Tanaka had told them that the subjects would be completely pliable, with no will of their own. Obviously, this was not the case, if Number One was already taking offense to being treated like a thing, and not a person. She considered mentioning it to Dr. Tanaka, but for some reason, decided against it. If she told him, she'd probably shut both Number One and Number Two down, and Ria wasn't comfortable with the idea of killing two children, even if they weren't "normal."

"Step on the treadmill," she told Number One, who dutifully obeyed. "This is mainly to test how fast you can run. I'm going to set it at the lowest setting first, and gradually work my way up to the fastest setting, which is beyond what any human is physically capable of. Hopefully, you will be able to get to that setting today. Just let me know if it gets too intense for you."

Number One nodded, and Ria flipped the switch. He started walking at a slow, relaxed pace for a minute, until Ria turned a knob. Now he was walking at a bricker pace. Another twist, and he was jogging slowly. She turned the knob aain, and he was now running, but he knew he hadn't come close to his limit yet. Ria turned the knob two more times, and Number One felt as though he were flying. He concentrated solely on running, barely hearing Ria's voice as she asked him questions. He didn't hear her until she shouted, literally in his face, "You can slow down now!"

Number One looked at her. Apparently she had lowered the setting to the point that it was now turned off. He stopped running. "Did I do well?"

"Yes, but..." She frowned. "You concentrated solely on the running, and you were unable to focus on anything else around you. That won't be good when you're on your missions. We'll have to work on that."

"What is the mission?"

"I can't discuss that with you, right now. Now we just have to work on training some more. I think we need to work on your multi-tasking next. You get focused on one thing too easily. We need to make sure you can keep track of multiple activities at the same time."

Number One followed Ria, glancing over at Number Two, who seemed to be having a much easier time, despite being with Landon, who Number One had immediately disliked.

"I'm in," Number Two said, pointing at a computer screen. Landon pressed a button on his stopwatch. "Two minutes, thirty-seven seconds. That's not bad, but it's not very good, either."

"Should I try again?"

"Yes," he said, as Number Two prepared to hack into the website of another foreign government. "Go."

He watched as she sped throuh the procedure. He didn't want to admit it, but she was actually doing remarkably well. She was already faster than he was, and was probably even better than Ria was.

He was shocked when, a moment later, Number Two announced, "Done."

He stopped the clock and gazed at it in surprise. "Well done, Number Two," he said. "On your second attempt, you did it in one minute and twenty seconds."

"That was good, right?"

"Absolutely," he said. "Better than expected. We can continue this later. Right now, we can move on to foreign languages."

By the end of the session, both Number One and Number Two were exhausted. They went to their separate rooms, crawled into bed, and went to sleep, unaware of what was going on elsewhere in the lab.

"I don't know why you're getting so attached," Landon said, walking beside Ria on their way to see Dr. Tanaka. "You know wat they're destined for."

Ria sighed. "Well, excuse me for having a conscience. You know they're kids, right? Children."

"No. They were teenagers, who decided to kill themselves. It was fortunate that someone was able to save their brains, so that we could use them."

Ria did not respond. They entered a room, where Dr. Tanaka sat at a desk. Behind him were twenty six empty robotic suits, each identical except for color. She looked questioningly at the suits before sitting in front of Dr. Tanaka.

He noted the look of confusion on her face. "Yes, those are for the new subjects."

"I thought we decided that two were enough," Ria said.

"These will be an insurance policy. I'm in the process of completing the project. I'm just lacking a key element."

"Children's brains?" Ria said.

"It sounds morbid when you put it that way," Dr. Tanaka said, "But yes, obviously. The suits can't move themselves, and children adapt and learn much more quickly than adults do."

"You need twenty-six insurance policies?"

"I don't need them, no, but when twenty-six orphans happened to die at the same time, and all of their organs managed to be saved..."

Ria frowned, afraid to ask exactly how the orphans had died. "So how are you going to get these organs?"

Dr. Tanaka laughed. "They're already on their way. By the end of the week, we will be installing them, and soon enough, we will have a fleet of robotic soldiers."

"A Robo Kitties Space Force," Ria mumbled, quoting Number One from the night before. A strong feeling of worry welled up inside her as she wondered why she had decided to work here in the first place.

10:01pm: Abnormal Chapter Two
My mom is a lawyer and my dad is a doctor, so there's a lot of pressure on me to be successful and get a good career. I mean, there's pressure, but it's not so bad. It's obvious that they want me to be successful, but they also want me to be happy. They just want to make sure I have the best life possible. That's what they always tell me. "Laurel, we don't care what you decide to do with your life, as long as you work hard and are happy doing it." Still, it's pretty obvious that they want me to follow in their footsteps. And as the only child, it is my responsibility to do that.

Despite my parents' careers, they always try to make time for me. Sure, I had a nanny when I was growing up, but she was only there to help my parents out. She wasn't a surrogate mother, like some kids have. My parents always put me ahead of their careers. And we always make sure to have dinner together as often as possible.

It makes me nervous, though, to have such a good relationship with my parents. Because one day they won't be here and--

"Laurel, I'm glad you're so caught up in your schoolwork, but you know the rules. There is no work allowed at the dinner table." My mother shot a look at my father, who was talking to a coworker on his cell phone. "That goes for you, too, George."

"Huh? Oh, sorry. Matt, I've got to go. You can take care of things without me. If you need me, call me in an hour." He hung up the phone and smiled sheepishly at my mother. "Sorry, Michelle."

"It's alright," Mom said as I dropped my notebook on the ground. I figured I could write more later. "How was school, honey?" she asked, sitting down to eat.

I picked up my fork, twirling spaghetti around it. "It was okay. My English teacher assigned us these journals to write in. We're supposed to record our thoughts and fill them up by the end of the semester."

"Sounds like she's going to have to do a lot of reading," Dad said, taking a bite of his spaghetti.

"Well, she's not going to actually read them," I said.

"What a strange assignment," Mom said. "How can she guarantee that the students will write in them?"

"Well, she said we're on the honor system. We're supposed to tell her if we wrote in them at the end of the semester. If we say yes, we get an A for that assignment."

Dad frowned. "What's keeping you kids from lying?"

"Nothing," I said. "But I like the idea, so I'm definitely doing it."

"It's probably good to write down the thoughts you don't want anyone else to know. It sounds like a good project. It's not getting in the way of your other assignments, is it?" Mom asked.

"No, I just do it in my spare time." I smiled weakly, suddenly feeling very guilty about skipping my chemistry class earlier.

"How are you doing in chemistry?" Dad asked. I almost choked on a noodle. I took a sip of my juice before answering.

"Well," I said. "But lately Mrs. Louis has just been showing movies that have no relevance to the class."

Dad frowned. "That's not good. What kind of movies?"

"Little kid movies. Like the Lion King. She showed that yesterday."

"Why is she showing those?" Mom asked.

I shrugged. "She said it's because we're ahead of schedule. The other classes are a week behind us, and we're not supposed to start the next lesson until they catch up."

"That doesn't sound very fair to your class," Dad said. "Maybe I should have a talk with her."

"No, Dad, it's okay."

"Honey, let it go. If you make a big fuss over it, they might fire the teacher, and who knows how long it would take to find a new one?" Mom winked at me, obviously realizing the impact having my dad tell my teacher to teach us more would have on my social status.

"You're probably right, dear," Dad admitted. "How are your other classes going?"

"Well, I have an A in calculus. I'm tutoring Leslie in it, also."

"Oh, really? She's not doing well?" Mom asked. "I thought she was a bright girl."

"She is, but she's..." I frowned. "She just doesn't care too much."

"That's a shame," Dad said. "But at least you're helping her. So you're doing well in English, calculus, and chemistry. What other class do you have?"

"History," I said. "I'm not too sure about that one. I've either got an A or a high B." I quickly added, after seeing a flash of disappointment on my father's face, "But we just had a test and I'm sure I got an A on it!"

He smiled. "I'm sure you did, Laurel." His face was serious now. "I just want you to know that I don't mean to put all this pressure on you..."

"I know, Daddy."

"But if you get good grades, you can get into better colleges. And then you can do whatever you want to do."

"I know, Daddy."

"I just want you to be happy."

"Thank you, Daddy." I smiled, twirling some more spaghetti around my fork. "So...Mom...?"

"Yes, Laurel?" she asked.

"I was wondering...could you take me to the mall?" It was still early, and I knew that Leslie and the others would still be there until it closed.

"Well..." Mom paused. "Who are you meeting there?"

"Leslie, Kristin, Jen, and Sarah," I said.

"Will boys be there?"

I shrugged. "Not that I know of, but we are talking about Leslie, Kristin, Jen, and Sarah, here. Especially Leslie and Sarah."

Mom nodded. "I suppose I can drop you off. But I'll be back to pick you up around seven-thirty. You have to promise that you'll meet me out front at exactly seven-thirty."

"I promise," I said, smiling. "Thanks, Mom."

"You're welcome."

"I don't want to hear about you wandering off with some boy," Dad said.

"I won't, Dad. I promise," I said. "I'll be a good girl and stay with the group."

"As long as we're clear on that."

We finished dinner, and I ran upstairs to get ready to go to the mall. I shoved my wallet into my purse and decided to write some more in my notebook, while my mom was getting ready to go.

Because one day they won't be here and I know I'll miss them like crazy. I love my parents so much. I hope that I don't sense their deaths one day, and be unable to stop them.

But I don't want to think about that yet. I'm sure they have a long time left. I'm only a teenager, after all. And they're both perfectly healthy.


"Laurel!" My mom had apparently finished getting ready.

"Coming!" I called, closing the notebook and shoving it into my purse beside my wallet. I ran down the stairs, kissed my dad goodbye, and headed out to the car with my mom.

The car ride was spent listening to my mom tell me exactly what I was and was not to do at the mall. I could talk to boys, but I could not go off alone with them. I had to stay with Leslie at all times, because she was flighty, and her mother depended on me to keep an eye on her. I could spend up to fifty dollars, but no more, because the rest of my money was supposed to go into a savings account to save up for a car once I got my license. I knew this already. It was the same thing she always told me. But I didn't mind hearing it one more time. My parents were overprotective, but I loved them anyway.

When we pulled up to the front of the mall, Leslie ran toward the car, her arms flailing wildly. "Laurel!" she shrieked, attacking me with a hug as soon as I'd opened the door. "You made it!"

The other girls hung back, standing on the sidewalk. "Hi, Mrs. Miller," Sarah said, flashing a smile. She was always trying to suck up to everyone's parents. Most of them bought her "good girl" act. My mom never had, though. She made a career of seeing through people's lies.

"Hello, Sarah," she said, waving. "I'm sure you've been on your best behavior, right?"

"Of course," Sarah said. "And don't worry, we'll take good care of Laurel."

My mom glanced at me uncertainly, and I laughed. "Mom, really. I've been to the mall before."

Mom nodded. "Seven-thirty, remember." She looked at Leslie. "Your mother asked me to give you a ride home later."

Leslie's face fell. "But...that's so early!"

Mom shrugged. "We both decided that it was a reasonable time for you to be home. Besides, I'm sure you haven't had a chance to do your homework, yet. So meet me out here at seven-thirty. Got it?"

Leslie sighed. "Yes, ma'am," she said, sulking. "At least we have a few hours, anyway," she mumbled, walking past me to the other girls.

"Have fun, sweetie," Mom said, hugging me as I leaned over the passenger seat of the car.

"I will, Mom. Thank you." I waved as she drove off, and turned to the rest of the group.

"'Have fun, sweetie,'" Sarah teased me. Kristin giggled.

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, okay. You're the one who's always sucking up to everyone's parents."

Sarah laughed. "Yeah, true." She led us into the mall. "Okay, so I have to tell you, Laurel, your mom is not going to be happy with us."

"Why?" I asked.

"Because we've been very naughty girls. We've been making out with boys all afternoon."

I raised an eyebrow. "No way," I said, sarcastically. "Not you."

"Yeah, whatever." She laughed. "I'll bet you'll never guess who I've been with all afternoon."

Judging from Leslie's pout, I guessed. "Justin?"

Sarah turned around. "Well...actually, yeah. He's with the other guys right now, in Gamestop." She rolled her eyes. "Boys and video games."

"What other guys tagged along, besides Justin?" I asked.

"Trent, Hunter, and Jeremy," Jen said.

"And some new kid named Quinn," Kristin added.

"He's really quiet, though," Leslie said. "Apparently he's Hunter's cousin or something."

Jen tossed the cup of coda she had been holding into a trash can. "Guys, I have to go to the bathroom."

"Then go," Sarah said.

"I don't want to go alone!" Jen said, appalled.

"Fine," Sarah said, rolling her eyes. "Anyone else have to go?" she asked.

"I do," Kristin admitted.

"Okay, then let's go to the bathroom." I looked at Leslie.

"Actually, I really need to go to the bookstore and get something. Leslie, do you want to come with me?" I looked at Sarah. "We can meet you someplace afterward."

"Yeah, sure. Let's meet at the fountain," she said, following Kristin and Jen to the bathroom. Leslie walked with me to the bookstore.

"What do you need to buy?" she asked.

"Nothing," I admitted. "I just don't want to look like a total nerd in front of them, because I want to write something down."

Leslie laughed as we sat down on the sofa in the bookstore. "But you don't mind doing it in front of me?" I was too busy writing to respond. "Fine, I'm going to look in the music section. I'll be back," she said.


It seems so weird, being part of the "popular" crowd. I don't feel like I really fit in. Leslie does, and I think that's why I'm here, but I always feel like someone is going to discover that I'm just pretending, that I'm not really as confident as I seem. Or worse, they'll discover that I'm a freak. It's not like high school popularity matters in the long run, anyway, because once you leave, and go to work, or college, you never see these people again. So I wonder why I care so much about it.


I was trying to think about what else to write, when a voice interrupted my thoughts. "Miss Prince's English class? Man, I didn't think anyone else was actually doing that thing."

I quickly closed the book, hoping he hadn't seen anything. I looked up into the most beautiful bright blue eyes I'd ever seen. I was speechless.

"Sorry I startled you," he said. "I just saw you writing, and I thought..."

"No, it's okay. You were right. It is for Miss Prince's class. I don't remember seeing you in it, though."

"Well, I'm new. I saw you, though. You were probably too busy paying attention to notice. Fortunately she didn't do that whole 'Introduce the new student to the whole class' thing."

"Oh!" I said, realizing who he must be. "You're Quinn, right?"

He nodded. "And you are...?"

"Laurel," I said. "I'm here with my friends...who are apparently here with your friends." I frowned. "They said you were quiet, though."

He laughed uncomfortably. "No offense to your friends, or my cousin's friends, but they're not really...my kind of people."

I smiled. "I can see how that could be the case. To tell you the truth, I have doubts sometimes, too, about most of them." I saw Leslie heading toward us and I waved.

She grinned, bouncing toward us. "Hey, you met the new guy...Quinn, right?" He nodded. "Anyway, Laurel, it's been like ten minutes. We should get to the fountain. Sarah's probably waiting to kill us."

I winced. "Yeah, probably." I looked at Quinn. "Are you meeting up with your cousin?"

He nodded. "No, actually, I think I'm going to leave soon. I have a lot of work to catch up on. New school and all."

"Right," I said, smiling. "I'll talk to you later, then?"

"Oh, definitely," he said, smiling back. "Later."

As he walked in one direction and Leslie and I walked in the other, I could just feel Leslie bursting with comments. I sighed. "Go ahead," I said.

"You liiike him," she said, giggling. "Aww...did my little Laurel find another bookworm just like her?"

I rolled my eyes. "Do I act this way toward you when you have a crush?"

"Uh, yeah," she said. "Duh."

I couldn't help but smile. She was right. I had already developed a crush on him, even if it had only been a five-minute conversation. I knew I was a loser for thinking it, but I couldn't wait to write it down in my journal.

8:27pm: My Ghost Chapter Fifteen
Author's Note: This one's kind of short, but it's definitely not lacking in the drama department. I hope you enjoy it. I'm pretty proud of Callie's little speech. (Again, check out Abnormal, which is my newest story. I am working on it at pretty much the same time I'm working on this one.)


It had been an hour since Ashley had left, carrying Edward's journal and promising to look everywhere she could to find the "real" journal that Will swore his brother must have kept. It had taken a few minutes for Callie to explain to her exactly what Will's side of the conversation had been, but Ashley didn't seem to mind being left out. Still, Callie wished that someone else could see Will, like she could. She was still not convinced that Ashley, let alone Aaron, believed her.

Callie and Will were still in her bedroom. Neither had spoken much since Ashley left. Callie stared at the space on the floor where she had found the book in her dream, while Will stared out the window. "Maybe," Callie said, finally, "The book is still under the floorboards."

Will shrugged. "But to find out, you'd have to replace the carpet. I don't think that would go over with your parents too well."

Callie sighed. "True. I could cut the carpet just enough to check for the journal, then cover it up with something. Maybe move my bed over?"

"But eventually your parents would find out."

Callie looked at him. "Yeah, but not for a long time."

"I think we should look elsewhere, first. Someplace that doesn't involve destruction."

"Yeah? Where do you suggest? Because the way it's looking right now, only one of us is going to be able to leave the house to do any searching."

Will winced. Callie immediately felt guilty for bringing up his condition. "I'm sorry, Will. I didn't mean...It's just frustrating."

Will shook his head. "It's okay. I know how frustrating it is, believe me. So--"

"Of course," Callie interrupted him, still trying to apologize, "It must be a thousand times worse for you, or maybe a million, I don't know, but...I just want to help you, because you're my friend and I really care about you."

Will paused. "Really?"

Callie frowned, puzzled. "Huh?"

"You care about me?"

"Well, yeah. Why else would I be helping you?"

Will shrugged. "I don't know. You're just so obsessed with ghosts, and you've apparently been that way for years. I just thought it was because..."

Callie frowned again. "Because I'm crazy?"

"More like...you want to prove everyone wrong for doubting you all these years."

"No," Callie said, "I don't care that people doubt me. People have always thought I was crazy. But I knew that ghosts existed." She sighed. "And then I met you, and I was excited, because I actually found a real ghost. But you seemed so sad. And I knew I needed to help you."

Will frowned. "So I'm kind of like a pet to you?"

"No." Callie looked away, trying to figure out how to explain it. "I don't know. There's something about you. I feel closer to you than anyone else, so I want you to be happy, even if it means..." She stopped.

"Even if it means you'll never see me again?"

Callie nodded. "Yeah," she said softly. "Because even though we've only known each other for a few days, I feel drawn to you more than I am to anyone else." She looked at him. "Do you know what I mean?"

Will averted her gaze. The truth was, he did know what she meant, but he knew that he couldn't tell her that. "No," he said, resisting the urge to look in her eyes. "I don't know what you mean. Sorry."

"Oh..."

"I'm a ghost now, and I don't...I mean, I told you a little already about how my feelings have kind of faded since I died. Like, I didn't know if I still loved Nora? It's because my emotions are kind of...not a part of me."

"I see."

"It's not because of you, Callie. I'm grateful to you for all of this, but...it wouldn't matter if I did feel that way toward you, because I'll just be gone as soon as we figure out how I died."

Callie nodded. "You're right. But I think you're also lying to me."

Will couldn't help it. He had to look at her. "What?"

"You can still feel emotions. Just a minute ago, you got upset that I said you couldn't leave the house. And when you talked about Nora the other day, you spoke fondly of her. So don't lie to me and say you don't feel things anymore. Just tell me the truth."

"I did tell you the truth. What I feel, anymore, are just the remnants of feelings I had when I was alive. My emotions are like ghosts, themselves. They aren't real. They're just what's left of my soul reaching out for something familiar." Will had to admit, that was a pretty good explanation. Callie still didn't seem convinced.

"Uh huh," she said. "See, the thing is, I study ghost stories. And while I've read one or two stories where what you are describing was the case, I've read dozens more where the ghost could, in fact, feel human emotions. Emotions like fear, happiness, sadness, hatred, and even love. So while it could be true that your emotions are not quite so strong as they once were--most likely due to the amount of time you spent without any interaction whatsoever--I don't believe for a second that you never feel anything real, ever. If that were the case, you wouldn't even care if you find out how you died. You wouldn't care if I'm happy or if Aaron likes me. And you wouldn't have been so relieved to find out that it was most likely not your brother, Edward, who killed you." Callie felt her voice growing louder, but she didn't care. "So don't you tell me that you don't feel things, William. Don't tell me that, as a ghost, you have no emotions. Because without emotions, you really aren't even real. And if you aren't real, you don't exist. And I know you exist!" She glared at him, tears forming in her eyes, but she didn't care enough to brush them away. "So tell me the truth. Are you afraid of hurting my feelings? Because, I assure you, you're already accomplished that."

Will stared at the floor, refusing to answer. Callie stood up. "Just get out," she said. "Just pretend you never came in my room in the first place. I know you didn't want to, anyway."

Silently, Will left the room, but as he did, Callie's parents entered. "Who were you yelling at? Who's in here?" her father demanded.

Callie stared at the same spot on the floor where Will had been looking a few seconds before. "No one's here. I was practicing a monologue for a play for school," she mumbled, trying not to sound like she was about to cry.

"It was convincing," her mother said, clearly impressed. "I didn't know you were interested in drama."

"Yeah...Aaron's into it, so I thought I'd try it out." She lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling.

"Are you feeling okay, honey? Does your head still hurt?" her mother said.

Callie shook her head. "It's fine. It stopped hurting a couple hours ago, when Ashley came over." She rolled over onto her side. "But I'm kind of worn out. I'm going to take a nap, okay?"

"Okay, honey. If you need anything, let us know," her mother said, shutting the door.

Callie closed her eyes, trying to think of anything except Will. Nothing worked. "Maybe if I go to sleep..." Callie sighed. I knew boys acted like this, but I didn't know ghost boys were the same way. She tried, once again, to shake all thoughts of Will from her head. Sleep...maybe I'll dream of something to get rid of that stupid jerk once and for all. But she wasn't convinced that that was what she wanted at all.

3:06am: My Ghost Chapter 14
Author's Note: Hey, guys! So I now have a lot more time to dedicate to writing, since I only have one job now and I only work there one or two days a week. So while I'm stressing about a lack of income, at least I am able to dedicate more time to writing, right? Too bad I can't make this my full-time job. That would be nice. But I digress. So I promised this chapter would be longer, and I'm going to try everything in my power to make sure that happens. And hopefully I will entertain you in the process. If you haven't yet, you should read my other story, Abnormal. The prologue and the first chapter are finished, so you should read it and let me know what you think. Okay? Thanks. And now I'm going to stop writing this horribly lengthy author's note and get to the actual story.


Callie hadn't wanted to admit it, but her head was bothering her a lot more than she led her parents, or even Will, to believe. Still, she wanted to know what Will's room was trying to say to her. She wanted to know what the images were, and what happened to Will that night, so many years ago.

The pain seared again. Callie winced, dropping the spatula she was using to cook her omelet, and reached out to grasp the counter. She gritted her teeth, trying to will the pain away. The eggs sizzled in the pan next to her. Just don't come in here, Will, she thought to herself. I don't want you to worry about me. The pain let up a little, and Callie picked up the spatula she'd dropped, placing it in the sink. "I'm okay," she mumbled, trying to convince herself. She grabbed a new spatula from the drawer and walked over to flip her eggs. Fortunately, they hadn't burned.

Her phone was ringing. Callie winced again. The sound of the phone was not helping her headache. She reached into the pocket of her pajama pants and pulled out her phone, flipping it open. "Hello?" She said, trying to sound normal.

"Callie? I didn't wake you, did I?" It was Ashley's voice. Callie was about to respond, but Ashley continued. "I'm sorry. I know it's like seven in the morning, but--"

"It's fine, Ashley. What did you need?" Callie picked her omelet up with the spatula and placed it on her plate.

"Oh, um...well, I wanted to know when you wanted to get together to look at the journal some more."

"Have you read it since yesterday when you guys were here?" She turned the burner off and walked into the dining room.

"No, we decided to wait for you. Did you want us to read it ourselves?"

"No, that's fine." She sat down at the table and began eating. "So you want to come over, then?" She asked, swallowing a mouthful of food.

"Yeah. I mean...my parents are both at work right now, and my brother's already out--"

"Wait, what?" Callie set her fork down. "Where is Aaron?"

"I'm not sure, really. Apparently he had plans with some friends. Why?"

"No reason," Callie said. "So it's just you there?"

"Yeah," Ashley said. "That's kind of another reason I called. I get kind of freaked out when I'm home alone."

"Yeah, you can come over. We really do need to check out the journal, and it's not like my parents are going to let me go anywhere today, so I can't go to your house."

"Why won't they let you leave?" Ashley asked.

"Oh...well, this morning I kind of fell and hit my head."

"Oh my God!" Ashley shrieked. Callie had to move the phone a few inches from her face. "How did that happen?"

Callie proceeded to tell Ashley about that morning's events. When she was finished, the other girl was silent. "Are you still there?"

"Yeah. I was just thinking...does that mean that Will's room holds the answer? Maybe if someone else goes in there, it would help."

"I don't know. I'm pretty sure there's nothing actually in there anymore. Nobody uses that room, but it has been remodeled along with the rest of the house."

"It's worth a try, though, right? But we should probably look at the journal for clues first."

"Yeah," Callie said, swallowing her last bit of food. "So when do you think you'll be over?"

"Oh," Ashley said, laughing. "See, when I asked if I could come over, I was kind of already halfway there. As it is, right now, I'm at your front door."

"What?" Callie ran to the door and saw Ashley standing there. "What would you have done if I said no?"

"Come over anyway?" Ashley suggested. She pointed to her phone. "Why are we still talking on these things?"

"Oh, right." Callie sheepishly hung hers up. The phone conversation had made her forget about her throbbing head. Now it was a very dull pain.

"So where is Will? He should be here for this."

"Yeah..." Callie looked up the stairs. "Will?" She called, her voice barely above a whisper, so that she wouldn't wake her parents.

He didn't answer. Callie looked at Ashley. "Let's go to my room. We can look at the journal there, and my parents won't be able to eavesdrop."

"But I thought Will won't go in your room."

"Will can just get over it." Callie rolled her eyes. "If he wants to be a part of this, he can come in."

They walked into Callie's room and sat on her bed, leaning over the book. "Okay, so...we left off on February first, right?"

"Yeah. My great-grandfather was talking about his brother betraying him by dating my great-grandmother." She paused. "Wow. That sounds a lot more dysfunctional when you put it that way."

Callie laughed. "A little. Okay, so we need to find the next entry." She flipped through the pages. "So after February first, we have..."

"July sixteenth," Ashley finished. She looked at Callie. "That's the day Will died, isn't it?"

Callie nodded, studying the page. "So he just gave up on writing for five months, until his brother disappeared?"

Callie glanced toward her doorway, where Will was standing. "Come over here and read this," she said. He looked uncomfortable. "Please?"

He hesitated, but then he took a step into the room. After that, it seemed easier for him to walk toward the bed. Callie smiled. Neither of them spoke as they studied the page in front of them.


July 16, 1927

This must be some sort of nightmare. It was just yesterday that Will, Sam, and I patched up our differences and went fishing on the lake. Now Will is gone and Sam won't talk to me. I will write more later. I must look for Will.


July 17, 1927

Still no sign of Will. Now Sam has wandered off, although he promises he will be back later tonight. He seems distressed, somehow. Nora came by earlier, expressing her condolences to our parents. She seemed relatively calm. It surprised me. But maybe she has hope that he is alive.

It is strange that my brother disappeared without any trace whatsoever. I don't think it could have possibly been his own doing. Why would he wander off by himself without any warning? Maybe he will return later, with some explanation for his actions that will clear everything up.

It is becoming difficult to presume that he is alive.


Callie looked at Will. "This isn't...too difficult for you to read?"

He shook his head. "No. I knew all of this. I was here, remember? I remember how Sam left. I remember Nora coming over to tell my parents how sorry she was for my disappearance and our break up. And how Ed was out there, every day, looking for me."

"You didn't tell me that part."

"What part?" Ashley asked, looking up at Callie.

"Will said that Ed looked for him every day. Do you mean he kept searching after everyone else gave up?"

Will nodded. "I saw him and my parents fighting about it. After a few weeks, they decided that it was futile, because either I was dead, I was not coming home, or if I was coming home, I'd do it on my own. I can't really blame them. They were getting no help from the community or the police department."

"Which I don't understand. If it had happened today, everyone would be all over it until you were found."

"Times change," Will said, shrugging. "But Ed kept searching for months after everyone else stopped." He gestured to the journal. "See for yourself."


July 25, 1927

Still no sign of Will. The police have already stopped looking. My parents seem to be losing the will to continue. Sam has given up. Even Nora is trying to convince me to let it go. She tells me that there is no use continuing to look for someone who is either dead or does not want to be found. Does no one understand that he is my brother? I know that he would never leave like this on his own. Even if he is dead, I must find him so that he can have a proper burial like he deserves.


"So I am rethinking the whole 'Ed killed you' theory I had going," Callie mumbled. Will smiled.

"I told you he wouldn't do that."

"That was a theory?" Ashley asked. "Man, I feel left out."

"Sorry," Callie said. "I just had a theory that Ed killed him because of his relationship with Nora. But Will told me he'd never do that. And now I see that he was right."

"Gotcha. Well, anyway, while you two were talking, I figured out that the next few entries are basically the same as this one. Blah blah, searching for Will, blah blah, finding nothing, blah blah. So we can skip those."

"Okay. So we're all the way to October fifteenth." Once again, the three of them leaned over the book.


October 15, 1927

Sam is gone. He moved out last night. He still hasn't spoken more than a few words at a time to me since Will left. I don't mind too much. Something about him seems wrong to me.

However, I have spoken to Nora lately. With Sam gone, and Will...well, anyway, I am the only person around for her to talk to. She says that while my persistence in searching for my brother is noble, it is a hopeless cause.

I am inclined to disagree, but the forcefulness of her words is convincing me that she may be right.


October 19, 1927

I am sorry, Will.

It took a great deal of deliberation, but I have ultimately decided to end my search for my brother.

Even now I can feel him in here, watching me. But I know that he isn't here.

I won't give up the search completely, but it will no longer take up all of my spare time.

Also, Nora and I are becoming even closer. At least something good is happening.


Callie flipped the page, but it was blank. She looked questioningly at Ashley.

Ashley frowned. "He couldn't have ended it here...could he?"

Callie flipped through more pages, but none of them contained any writing. "It looks like he did." She sighed, disappointed.

"That's not like Edward," Will said, frowning.

"What do you mean?"

"He was always writing. It's strange enough that there were such long gaps between entries, but it's not like him at all to end a journal so soon. He would have filled the book up and moved on to a new one. And I know I saw him writing even after October."

"But there's nothing else here..."

"Unless..." Will looked at her. "Unless this one was a decoy."

"What? You mean he had another journal?"

"Yes, if he thought that someone would find and read this one, he definitely would have had another one, hidden, that no one could find. Everyone knew he had this one. They saw him writing all the time. So if someone thought he knew something, and would have written it down, they would find this one..."

"But the real journal would be hidden somewhere else..." Callie frowned. "But we don't know where that one is."

"No, we don't," Will said. "And knowing Ed, he would have hidden it someplace where no one would ever look."

"And where is that?" Callie asked. "Sorry," she said to Ashley, smiling weakly. "I know you're only hearing one side of this conversation."

"I don't know," Will said. "I'll have to think about it."

Callie groaned in frustration. "Every time we get a little closer to finding out what happened..." She sighed, looking at Will. "Sorry. I know this is a lot harder for you."

Will shrugged. "I'm not in a hurry. I told you that. I also didn't expect us to get even this far."

"But I promised I'd help."

"And you have. More than you needed to. But Callie..." He sighed. "Maybe this is just something that was never meant to be solved."

4:42pm: My Ghost Chapter Thirteen


Author's note: This chapter is short. Sorry about that. I'll make it up to you by writing another one soon. K? I love you all!


Somehow, Callie realized the next morning, she had fallen asleep at her desk the night before. She looked down at her paper and discovered that she had completed her essay. "I really don't know what I wrote," she mumbled, leaning over her paper to inspect it. She skimmed over the essay and, finding nothing wrong with it, put it away in her binder. "Well, I guess I can write pretty well when I'm tired."

She stood up, yawning, and looked at her clock. It was 6:30. Good, she thought, walking to her dresser. I have plenty of time to get ready for school. She gathered some clothes from her drawers and was walking by her desk again when she saw her calendar. "Seriously?" she said, rolling her eyes when she noticed the date. "It's Saturday? Then why did I freak out about writing that essay last night? I had all weekend." Grumbling, she got dressed and headed downstairs to either look for Will or browse the Internet. She didn't care which one she did first.

The computer was easier to find than Will, so Callie sat down at the desk and logged into her Soshnet account. Nobody was online. It made sense. After all, it was 6:30 in the morning on a Saturday. Callie sighed and decided to search for Will instead.

"William," Callie called softly, trying not to wake her parents. "Where are you?" There was no answer. Callie went outside and called for him again; he did not answer. So she went back upstairs.

She cracked open the door to Carrie's room. "Will, are you in here?"

"What do you want?" Will asked from behind her. Callie whirled around.

"Jesus Christ, Will. Why are you sneaking up on me like that?"

Will shrugged. "Sorry. I'm a ghost. It's pretty much the only thing I do."

"Well, you could tell me you're going to be right behind me. Where were you? I've looked everywhere for you."

"I was in my old bedroom."

"Which room is that? You never told me."

"The guest room," he said. "I think it's kind of strange. No one has ever used that room for much of anything since I died."

"Really?" Callie frowned. "That's weird."

Will shrugged again. "Well, it's been used as a storage room, a guest room, and a sewing room in the past. My parents never used it again while they lived here. Maybe people are just freaked out by it."

Callie nodded. "Yeah. Maybe I should go in there. I mean, it's the last place you remember being when you were alive, right?"

"Right."

"So if I had like...flashback memories of things involving your life already, maybe I'll experience more by being in your old room."

"You haven't been in there before?" Will asked.

Callie shook her head. "I never had a reason to. I mean, I glanced in when we first got here, but other than that..." Callie walked toward the guest room. She turned the door knob and walked inside.

Instantly, Callie's mind was bombarded with various images relating to Will. It was impossible to separate them. She closed her eyes and held her breath, trying to make the images stop. She fell backwards out of the room and to the floor.

"Callie?" Will asked, kneeling beside her. He looked concerned. "What happened?"

"Ow," she said weakly, rubbing her head, which had hit the ground when she fell backward. "I...I don't really know."

"Callie?" This time it was her father's voice. Callie turned toward him.

"Oh...morning, Dad."

"What happened? Are you okay?"

"Yeah...I just tripped on something." Her head was pounding. She wasn't sure if it was from the fall or from the images.

"Are you dizzy? Do you have any bumps on your head?" Callie's mother rushed over to her. Will moved aside, even though her mother walked right through him. He stood a few feet away, watching them.

"I'm okay," Callie said, wincing as her mother felt her head for bumps.

"I don't feel anything," her mother said. "Where does it hurt?"

"Everywhere," Callie said truthfully.

"We might have to take you to a doctor."

"I'm fine, Mom. Really." She stood up. "I didn't hit it too hard. I'm still conscious. I can walk. I can talk. It just hurts like hell."

"Language, Callie," her father said.

"Sorry. I just need some aspirin or something. I'll be fine. Okay?" She looked at Will, who had the same look of concern on his face as her mother did. "Really. I'm okay," she said, mostly to him.

"Okay. But if it hurts any worse later..."

"I'll let you know, alright?" Callie sighed. "I'm only like five foot three. It's not that hard a fall. And the floor is carpeted."

Her mother still didn't look convinced. "Let's go back to bed, honey," her father said. "I'm sure she's fine."

Callie nodded. "Yeah, go back to bed. Don't worry. I'm just going downstairs to make some breakfast." She watched her parents close their door and she collapsed to the floor again.

Will was instantly by her side again. "It's not just the fall, is it? What happened?"

"I honestly don't know," Callie said. "Something bad. Something to do with you. But I can't figure it out. It all happened so fast." She stood up. "I need to know..." She reached for the doorknob again.

"Stop it!" Will shouted. Callie turned around. "You already collapsed from whatever you saw, and you're already in pain from it. Don't you dare go in there again. We still have the journal. Edward might have written something that would help us. Just...chill, okay? I'm not going anywhere. I've been here for over eighty years. A few more days is not going to matter much to me."

"But..."

"Listen to me. Please don't go in there." He looked at her sadly. "Next time you could pass out. Or worse. Just wait. Okay?"

Callie paused. Her hand was still on the door knob. "O-okay." She slowly released it, sighing. "We do still have the journal. We can get Ashley and Aaron to bring it over later. Maybe."

"Thank you." A wave of relief washed over Will. "Now go make yourself some breakfast, like you said you would." Callie nodded and ran down to the kitchen. Will stayed upstairs, staring at the door to his room. Why is this happening now? He thought.

2:21am: Abnormal Chapter One
-Laurel

1:26am: Abnormal Prologue

1:24am: My Ghost Chapter Twelve

1:23am: My Ghost Chapter Eleven

5:04pm: My Ghost Chapter Ten

2:05am: My Ghost Chapter Nine

1:54pm: My Ghost Chapter Eight

1:52pm: My Ghost Chapter Seven

2:30am: My Ghost Chapter Six

11:02pm: My Ghost Chapter Five

10:58pm: My Ghost Chapter Four

12:50pm: Alone

12:42pm: A Letter To My Friend

12:38pm: Chaykeely Book 3 Chapter 2

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12:37pm: My Ghost Chapter 2

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