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Best Part of Life...Is Living

Chapter twenty-six. Part two.

Michelle's P.O.V

    She nods at him and whispers, “Are you ready?” and when Josh nods curtly and the girl calls out, “MOM, DAD! Josh and I are going on our weekend trip to Auntie Leslies house!”
    Someone calls from a different room, “Okay, you two have fun now!”
    Josh and the girl hurry out the door.
    Before driving away the girl puts her hands on the steering wheel and turns to Josh. “Are you sure you want to do this? Once you get on that plane there is no going back.”
    “I need to do this Angela. She was the love of my life.”
    Angela sighs. “Okay. Let’s go then.” And she starts to drive.
    Once at the airport Angela walks Josh to the entrance of the plane and then puts her hands on his shoulders. “Okay, Josh you have this weekend. I will cover for you, I already called Aunt Leslie and told her I could make it but you had other plans. Right after this I’m heading there. Call me as soon as you land and find a cab and a hotel before you go find her brother.”
    Josh keeps nodding and Angela says, “Do you understand what I’m saying Josh? Because you haven’t been all that attentive lately.”
    “I understand.”
    “Okay, now go, go. And I mean it, call me as soon as you arrive there.”
    He nods and carries his luggage to the plane. The last thing he does is turn back to his sister and nod once. She repeats the gesture and then they both rush off to different places. Angela goes back to her car and Josh boards the plane.
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Best Part of Life...Is Living

Chapter twenty-six.

 Michelle’s P.O.V
   
    You. Are. Kidding. Me.
    “I THOUGHT YOU SAID YOU WEREN’T HERE FOR HIM! WHAT THE HECK?!?!” the instant Amelia pulls away I start yelling at her.
    She hurriedly runs away
    Once she is away from the park she turns down an alley and screams at me, “WILL YOU SHUT UP?! I swear to God all I’ve heard since I started working on your case was you yell about this, yell about that, yell yell yell yell yell!!!!!! So I am asking you please,for ONE day, shut up so I can actually focus on helping you, which I’M NOT EVEN SURE I WANT TO DO ANYMORE!”
    I flinch slightly and then disappear.
    “Oh, Go- MICHELLE, come back! I didn’t mean all that stuff!!! Come on!” I hear her voice but I’m no longer standing near her. I’m traveling somewhere new…
 
    When I open my eyes I see myself in a place I’ve never been before. I don’t even know where it is. But a force is pulling me down marked streets, into a house, and in front of a face I know. Joshie.
    Josh is throwing clothes in his bag as he checks his phone. I go behind him and read a text from some girl named Julia. She typed,
    Josh, don’t go.
    He got really mad and sent, I told you Julia. We had something before I went on that trip. But when I met her I knew I loved her. We both know we weren’t going anywhere. I’m sorry and I hope we can still be friends but I can’t pretend to love you when my heart belongs to Michelle.
    He throws his phone back on his bed and races around his room getting all his paperwork, like he’s going on a plane trip. His phone vibrates and he checks it after a minute.
    We can’t be friends because you are in love with a dead girl. When you came back and told me all about her I knew she would be dead within weeks. She probably killed herself.
    This really ticks him off; it ticks me off too. Joshie types quickly, She loved her life, she loved her family, she loved her friends, she loved her brother, and she loved me. And unlike our situation, I love her back. So yes, I am in love with “a dead girl” but that dead girl died in a horrible accident and if you think for one moment that she killed herself then I don’t even want to see you ever again. And then he shuts his phone off after deleting her number. He zips his bag up and pulls it off his bed. He goes to the front room and I see a girl a few years older than Daniel.
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Chapter twenty-five. Part two.
Daniel’s P.O.V

    “Really? I see you as the never sad type of person.”
    “I’m sad a lot, I just know how to hide it.”
    “Why are you sad?”
    “Long story…”
    “I got time.”
    “I don’t think now’s the time to tell it.”
    “Why not?”
    “Cause I have a headache.”
    “Not you too!”
    “What?”
    “Sophia, Michelle’s… best friend… has had a headache for awhile.”
    “Hmm.”
    “What’s that face for?”
    Her face overcomes with an innocent expression, like the day in her kitchen. “What face?!”
    “You looked like you were trying to, I don’t know… tune something out or something. Like you were really mad about something.”
    “Oh… just a long day I guess.”
    “Yeah…”
    She swings slightly staring at the slide in deep concentration. Wait, what is that? Does she look like… no she can’t…
    She almost looks like Abbey for a second. Which reminds me how much I miss my Abbey. Her swinging stops and she sharply looks over to me and asks right away, “What?”
    “You just look… so beautiful…” I lean in and kiss her lips, my eyes closing.
    She pulls away after a second and says, “Danny! What are you doing?!”
    Then I realize she isn’t Abbey… she’s still Amelia.
    “Oh my god, Amelia, I am so sorry… I don’t know what came over me…”
    “No, no, it’s…. I have to go.”
    She runs away rubbing her temples.
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Best Part of Life...Is Living

Chapter twenty-five. Part one.

Daniel’s P.O.V
 
    After school I wanted to go somewhere but there was really nowhere that I really wanted to go to so I just went home.
    After an hour of doing nothing I decide to call Amelia, I really want to call Abbey, but I think she’ll probably hate me as of the moment so I don’t.
    Amelia doesn’t answer the call so I throw my phone onto my bed and go to my computer. I don’t know what to do so I just log onto Facebook and check my messages. I have about twenty-five messages saying “I am so sorry for your loss.” I get mad and turn off my computer, I just want to forget that Michelle died.
    Then my phone rings.
    I get up and answer it without looking at caller ID and say, “What?”
    “Dan? Are you okay?”
    “Amelia?”
    “Yeah, sorry I didn’t answer your call… I was at the mall and…. at the… register.”
    It almost seems like she is trying to cover something up.
    “It’s fine. I’m just tired of being alone and wanted someone to talk to. Normally when I’m bored I’d-” I stop talking.
    “You’d talk to her?”
    “Yeah…”
    “It’s okay, do you want to meet up somewhere?”
    “Sure… how about the park?” Michelle’s favorite place but also the place where Abbey and I kissed… oh Abbey…
    “Okay, I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.”
    “Okay.” After she hangs up I write a short note to Mom and Dad and then walk outside.
    I walk slowly to the park alone. Once I get there I sit on the slide where Abbey and I kissed. Why can’t I just forget her? Oh right, she’s the love of my life, not something that’s easily forgotten.
    I see Amelia walking up so I walk over to the swings; Michelle loved the swings.
    Amelia gets there and after a moment of standing, almost like someone is talking to her, she sits next to me.
    “Hey.” She simply says, no smile, nothing.
    “Hi.”
    “Bad day?”
    “Yeah…”
    “I know the feeling.”
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Best Part of Life...Is Living

Chapter twenty-four. Part two.

Michelle's P.O.V

    “Are you freaking kidding me?!? You out of everyone on the planet, can hear me?!”
    “Well, hello to you too.”
    “Are you going to explain to me why you didn’t tell me when you first sawme that you could see me? Did you know that every day I grow weaker? That I have tried everything to talk to Dan and nothing has worked for longer than a minute or two? Did you know that?”
    “Yes, I did actuall-”
    “Oh, so you just enjoy seeing ghosts suffer? Thanks so much.” I cross my arms.
    “Can I explain?”
    “Quickly.”
    “Okay, so I saw you that first day when we were walking home, I think I saw you the day I bumped into Dan before school started but I don’t know. Was that you?”
    “It was.”
    “Okay, well I saw you and I was going to tell Dan that I could see you but he didn’t seem like the type of person to believe that sort of thing, so I didn’t. Then after he left I asked my grandmother, who has the same ability as I do, what I should do, and she told me I had to wait. It wasn’t time to tell Daniel that you are here, and it still isn’t.”
    “Haha, you’re kidding right? I am losing energy!!!! I don’t know how many more days I’ll be able to stay here!”
    “It slows down. You will only feel this tired, emptiness until you crossover. When you do crossover to Heaven you’ll be able to cross back over as you please. But for that to happen you need to be completely calm. That means when the time is right you need to talk to Dan, Abbey, and Sophia.”
    “So you know about Abbey?”
    “Of course I do, ever since you died all my dreams were about helping you and the people you’ll need to talk with.”
    “That’s kind of odd. So you know that Daniel and Abbey were together before you came?”
    “They were?”
    “Well, sort of, they were about to but then…”
    “I’m not here to get Dan, if that’s what you think. I’m here to help you. That’s why I move from place to place, to help people who die contact the ones they love.”
    “Okay, well lets go.”
    “Go where?”
    “To where Daniel is, so I can talk to him.”
    “Not yet; it’s not time.”
    “And why not?”
    She looks into my dead eyes and says, “It’s not time.” and then walks away.
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Best Part of Life...Is Living

Chapter twenty-four. Part one.

Michelle’s P.O.V
 
    It just hit me. What did Tiea say the other day? “There are such people out there?” was that it? I don’t know… but I’m pretty sure she said something about how there are people, people who are alive like Danny and Abbey, who can see us, people like me. Maybe I can find someone like that! I just have to search in a public place. I’ll go to the mall, that place is always crowded with tons of different people!
    My outlook is a little brighter; I might be able to find someone to translate for me!!!
    I close my eyes and when I open them I’m standing in the food court at the mall near my house. I see all my favorite stores, Hot Topic, Ulta, J.C. Pennies, Target, Bath&Body Works… but I’m on a mission, I need to find someone who can hear or see me.
    I scream out, “Can anyone see me?!” and look around to see if anyone reacts. Nothing. I go around, getting in people’s faces and asking if they can see me. No one does anything to make me believe they can see me. Maybe Tiea was the one and only. Maybe I’m screwed.
    I have to find someone; I need to make Daniel see that I’m here and that I love him.
    After hours of asking random mall people if they can see me I start to see familiar faces; school must have gotten out.
    I see some of my school friends walking in groups, it’s so nice to see that at least some of them have moved on with their lives; that’s all I want. I don’t want everyone to forget me, just not to be so sad. I just want people to remember me without the sadness.
    Then I see a face that I despise. The face of someone who is stealing one of the only people I truly love from other people that I love; I see Amelia.
    I can feel my face scrunching up and I float the fastest I can over to where she is walking and she immediately stops walking and turns around. I start yelling random things at her, telling her how much I hate her and how she should leave my brother alone of I’ll haunt her forever (which actually doesn’t sound too bad) and more about how much I hate her.
    She changes her route and goes down an empty hall marked “employees only.” Once she reaches the dead end she stops and turns around to face me, her face is right in front of mine.
    “Can you hear me?” I ask, not nicely like I have been, but slow and rude.
    “You’re Michelle, aren’t you?”
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Best Part Of Life... Is Living.

Chapter twenty-three.

Michelle’s P.O.V
 
    Okay, I am the cause of Sophia’s headache but can you blame me? If you were dead and your best friend couldn’t even hear you, you’d try to find a way, right?
    Oh, wait. If you were dead you wouldn’t be reading this, would you? Right.
    Dan walks home silently, holding onto his phone with a tight grip, probably waiting for a call from her.
    Then his phone does ring. It’s Amelia. He thinks about it for a minute and then hits Ignore; this shocks me. Isn’t she his new interest? Gosh, I wish I could talk to Daniel, I would scream some sense into him. Maybe that’s what he needs. Dan’s walking really slow and I’m losing energy fast so I close my eyes and when I open them I’m waiting in his room.
    I think about all the ways I have tried to contact my loved ones and come up with this list.
1)     entered Danny’s dreams
2)     tried to enter  Danny’s, Abbey’s, and Sophia’s heads’
3)     touched my mom’s cheek
    What else is there? What else can I try?
    Then I remember, I heard once that sometimes spirits can intercept radio signals. Maybe I should try that.
    Dan gets home three minutes later and sits at his desk. He has a stereo system by his bed and I go to it. I put one hand on top of it and close my eyes, focusing my all on contacting Danny.
    Static starts to come off the stereo, then the words I am forming in my head, they are choppy from using different words to make the ones I want. This is how it comes out,
    “Dan-knee.”
    “Who’s there?”
    “It is me. Mit-shell.” There is a pause after every word.
    “No, it’s not. My sister is dead. Whoever is pulling this ‘prank’, it’s not funny.”
    “Dan-knee shut up and list-in.”
    “What is going on?!?”
    “Stop, talk-ing. I nee-d to talk to you. Please list-in to me.”
    “Okay, prove you are Michelle.”
    “You stole my di-air-ee and have been log-ing on to my aim since I died. I have been watch-ing you and I don’t like where you are head-ing.”
    “So you are Michelle. One more question. Who’s Josh?”
    “He was my se-cret boy-friend. No one knew about him.”
    “Michelle?”
    “Yes, you dumb-ee. It is me. Now will you list-in may-be?”
    “Yes.”
    “Oh-kay, stop blame-ing your-self for my death. It was not your fault that I died, it was just my time. Be there for Mom and Dad, they need you but Abbey needs you more. Stop be-ing a jerk face and a-pole-a-jize to her.”
    “Wow, it is you, Mitch.”
    “Yes. I can-not stay now. I am lose-ing en-er-gy.”
    “Wait! Michelle, can you see me all the time? Are you with me all the time?”
    I try to reply but it has drained most all of my power.
    “Michelle? Come on! Talk to me!!!”
    I can’t anymore of my precious energy so I sit and watch him. He is staring at the stereo, willing it to make another noise.
    I want to tell him that death was easy, it’s just making him see that I’m trying to help is the hard part.
    Daniel sighs and mutters, “Wow, I really need sleep.” He still doesn’t believe it. He thinks he just imagined it… still! What will it take? Will I just have to leave this earth without him knowing I’m here watching over him?
    Maybe that’s all that’s left.


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Best Part ofLife...IsLiving

Chapter twenty-two. Part two.

Daniel's P.O.V

    “Now I don’t feel so insane. I hear her too. Sometimes all I hear is, ‘I’m here, I’m here.’ I don’t know if it’s her or just my brain trying to trick its self.”
    “My mom thinks she felt her the other day.”
    Sophia’s face goes pale.
    “What?” I ask worried.
    “The day I went back… my teacher didn’t know she had… well he called off her name and I got upset and he excused me. Well, when I was in the bathroom crying I felt like something was touching me. Like she was trying to hug me, but she couldn’t get a good hold of me. And this morning my head hurt really badly; it felt like someone had been screaming in my ear for an hour.”
    “Huh… you don’t really think…” I trail off, deep in thought.
    “Ugh,” Sophia shuts her eyes and massages her forehead with her hand. “There it is again.” Her face crumples up and she looks just like Michelle when she was sick.
    “Here, I’ll get you home. We’ll just take the rest of the pizza with us.” I close the box and put in one hand while I grab Soph’s elbow with the other. She rises and walks slowly next to me. Her house is just a block and a half away from the parlor so we walk quick. When we get there her mom is in the front room.
    She rises when she sees me with Sophia. “Danny! What a shock! I mean, a surprise; a good one!” she stammers.
    “Hi, it’s nice to see you.”
    “Sophia, dear, what’s the matter?”
    “Her head hurts really bad.”
    “Again? Honey what’s going on? Did you take some medicine this morning?”
    “Yeah, an Advil.”
    “Okay, well you go lay down, I’ll get you a stronger pill and some water.”
    I help her to her room and when she opens the door there are pictures everywhere… of her and Michelle.
    “I miss her a lot…” she says, trailing off and then hugging me. Thanks for inviting me for pizza and bringing me home. I’m so sorry I didn’t get to stay around.”
      "It's alright. We should do this again. And anytime you need a... big brother figure... just gimme a call."
     "Okay..."
     "Alright, feel better." then I walked home.
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Chapter twenty-two. Part one.

Daniel’s P.O.V

    After school I decide to call Sophia. I haven’t talked to her since the funeral. Michelle would hate me if I ever lost contact with her best friend. On the last ring Soph answers.
    “Um… hello?”
    “Hey, it’s Danny.”
    “Is everything okay?” she asks worried; I don’t blame her.
    “No. I mean, yeah, everything is okay. I just wanted to call. If we lost contact I know Mich…” I trail off.
    “Yeah… she’d be mad.” I can hear sadness in her voice, she’s on the verge of tears.
    “Hey look, I’m about to pass the pizza parlor. Are you busy? If not you wanna meet me there for a slice? I just wanna see you and how you’re doing.”
    “Yeah, I mean no I’m not busy. I’ll be there in five minutes.”
    “Okay. See you in five. And Sophia?”
    “Yeah, Dan?”
    “Be careful on your way here.”
    “I will.”
    We both hang up and I walk into the pizza parlor. I grab a table for two and order a small cheese and black olive pizza; something Mitchie and me grew up on.
    The pizza gets to the table right as Sophia walks in. She hurries over to the table and sits down. Then she just looks at the pizza.
    “I just ordered this, if you don’t like black olives we can get a different one too.” I quickly explain.
    “No, no… it’s just… this was the pizza Michelle and I would always get when we had sleepovers at my grandmas.” Her eyes swim in tears and she shuts them for five seconds, blinking away the surfacing tears. “It’s fine, I love cheese and black olive.”
    She grabs a plate quickly and puts a piece on it. I copy her movements and we eat in silence for a minute.
    “So, how are you doing since… that day…?” I ask, clearing my throat.
    “I’m, um, alright… I guess. As good as I’m gonna get, probably. How about you?” she asks worried. Again, I don’t blame her.
    “I’m okay… wait, no. I’m doing horrible. I can’t get her out of my mind. It’s like, and I know this sounds really weird, but it’s like her voiceis in my head… and not as in a memory. Like she’s trying to talk to me. But I can’t understand what she’s saying. I know, it sounds like I’m going mental… I probably am.”
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Best Part of Life...Is Living

Chapter twenty-one. Part two.

Michelle’s P.O.V

    “That’s different. Trust me, I can make Danny see it.”
    “Okay. Well, good luck. I hope you’ll be able to do it soon. The longer you stay here the less energy you have.”
    “Wait… it won’t come back? I feel it all starting to die down.”
    “At first you lose it quickly. It should be slowing down now. But good luck all the same.”
    Then she’s gone. I turn around and Danny’s not here anymore either. I decide to check in on Sophia. She is sitting in her living room, waiting for her mom to give her a ride to school. She is wearing no makeup and her clothes are very basic, hair up in a perfect messy bun. Her eyes are watering but she’s not quite crying.
    I try to comfort her, but like Danny, she can’t feel or hear me. I try Abbey, but she can’t hear me either.
     Why could Mom feel me? I think she even heard me for a quick second there. Why not Danny; how come Abbey can’t hear me? Why can’t Sophia, my best friend, hear or feel me? I realize at this moment that I really am alone in this dead, dead world.
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