Chapter 18 - Seeking HelpA Chapter by emmaOf course, when I woke up, I
remembered that it was school day. I sat up so fast that my back cracked
uncomfortably and I yelped in pain. I flopped back onto the floor, and took it
slowly. I sat up at snail-pace, and my back didn’t crack again. But it did
still hurt from the first time I had attempted to sit up. I rushed upstairs and
checked the time: 7:47am. What? How had I gotten up on time without an alarm
clock? I shrugged off my good luck and decided I didn’t have enough time to
shower. I addressed the mop on my head that was my hair, and brushed it so
violently that a tuff of hair was on my hairbrush when I was done. It was
gross. I applied makeup sloppily. I
hadn’t worn much recently, and I really needed to get back in the habit. I
always felt way more self-conscious without makeup on. I hastily put on
eyeliner and mascara, then exited the bathroom to get dressed. I attempted
making my outfit match, but soon realized that that was impossible. So I
settled for a plaid three-quarter length shirt, skinny jeans that hugged my
legs perfectly, and polka dot socks. Looking in the mirror, I didn’t think I
looked half bad until I threw on my purple and yellow sweatshirt with the cute
little cartoon monkeys on it. I honestly didn’t care all that much. Classes started at 9:00, and
it was already 8:40. I dashed out the door and jogged lightly to school, not
wanting to burn too much energy. When I got there, I still had about five
minutes to kill before the bell rang. I decided to go to the washroom and
freshen up, since I had sweat a little bit on my jog. The bathroom wasn’t anything
special. Even though on TV they might portray that girls get pink toilet paper
and rose-smelling soap, but none of that is true. It’s just an average high
school washroom. There was no one else there when I went in, probably because I
used the one on the third floor. My locker and first class are located there,
so it only makes sense that I would use that one. I wet my hands with cold
water, and wiped my hand on my brow. I sighed at the cooler feeling I had after
that. I redid my hair, and touched up my sloppy makeup job, making it look
twice as nice. One of the stall doors
screeched open. I turned and screamed when a ghombie emerged from the stall. It
rushed at me, placed a cold hand over my mouth, and whispered in my ear, “Shh.”
I screamed again, but the
ghombie tightened its grip on me. I let the yell die out, seeing there would be
no stopping it. The ghombie smelled my neck, and let its tongue fall out of its
mouth. It’s tongue slid over my skin, making me shiver. I tried to squirm away,
but its grip was too tight. This was one male. He had
jet black hair, and a long scar along his right cheek. His eyes were already
blazing red. I tried once more to escape from his grasp, but he reacted by
sinking his teeth into my flesh. Pain erupted from the spot on my neck where
his teeth had bitten in. He swallowed some blood, and I began crying out in
agony. My cries were still muffled by his hand. All colour erased and I was in
the eerie white world once again. I didn’t fight anymore, and just let my soul
transport into his dead body. The bathroom floor was dusty. It was kind of gross just lying
there, and I pushed up. There was some blonde girl primping herself in the
mirror, and I almost turned away and left, but that was until I saw who it was.
Clarissa Flory. I kicked her as hard as I could, but since she couldn’t see me,
it didn’t matter. It was like I wasn’t even there, and to her, I wasn’t. I shoved out of the bathroom, peeved that I couldn’t physically
harm anyone, and searched for a clock. It was only 8:58. The ghombie still had
basically two whole hours to do whatever he wanted in my body. I groaned, but
no one in the bustling halls heard. What if he did something bad? He obviously
wasn’t going to go to class. So what else would a ghombie do in a school other
than cause mischief? Anger swept through me. It wasn’t fair that Nate never got
possessed, only me. He was a ghombie whisperer, too. Nate! Maybe he would be
able to help me reverse the possession or something. Too bad I had no idea what
his class schedule was. I didn’t even know what floor he was on. I screamed in
frustration. No one heard me, of course. I waited a few minutes after the bell, then began scouring
through every single classroom on the third floor for Nate. When I had no luck
there, I tried the second floor, then the first. Of course his classroom was
the last one I checked on the first floor. That’s how unlucky I am. I nervously watched him through the classroom’s open door, then
I realized I was only visible to him. So I waltzed on into the classroom, and
laughed when Nate’s eyes bulged. The teacher didn’t react, and I didn’t expect
him to. I kicked and punched the teacher, and watched Nate’s expression
carefully. He looked around frantically to his peers, wanting someone else to
see the girl kicking the teacher. Oops. Correction: boy. I was in a boy’s body at the moment. I walked slowly from the front of the classroom and to Nate’s
desk. His face had paled, and beads of sweat formed on his brow. He was
breathing heavier and heavier every step closer I took to him. “I suggest you excuse yourself. Right now,” I told him. “Why?” he whispered. The people around him shot him weird looks,
and by then he must’ve figured out I was invisible to everyone else. “Because I told you to.” I enjoyed being in control just a bit
too much. He swallowed hard, and raised his hand. “Mr. Masters? Can I use
the washroom?” His teacher gave him an annoyed look, but held out a hall pass
for him. Nate rushed up, thanked his teacher, then practically bolted out of
the classroom. I laughed, knowing no one else could hear me. I followed him out
of the classroom and found him breathing hard against the wall. “Bathroom.” I started walking to the bathroom without checking
to see he was following. I knew he was. I pushed into the washroom and instantly felt like a daredevil.
I was a girl, and I was in the guy’s washroom, and no one was able to give me
weird looks. It was such a rush. The second the door closed, I ended my façade
and turned serious. “Nate. This is Andrea.” I watched his look of shock. “I’ve been
possessed . . . as you can see.” “No way.” Really? That’s all you’re going to say? “Yeah. I need your help. I want to go back to my body, but I
don’t know how.” “And you think I might be able to help?” he asked. I shrugged. “You’re the only option I’ve got.” He smiled. “Say please.” I rolled my eyes. “Please.” “Now say you’ll worship me forever if I help.” “Screw you.” He laughed, but tried to hide it, and feigned seriousness. “Oh,
Andrea, that won’t get you anywhere.” I gave him an evil glare, but it didn’t feel right since I
wasn’t in my own body. “Too bad. Help, please.” He gave me a look, but his smile was a dead give-away that he
would help. “Fine.” I grinned. “Thanks, Nate. Really.” He gave me a look that said a lot of different things. Such as, “No
problem”, “what am I doing?” and “how am I going to do this?” It was kind of cool to see so many different emotions packed
tightly into two little eyeballs. © 2011 emmaAuthor's Note
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