My Friend’S a Ghost

By Mariah A. Grier

A young teen, Alan, just wants to live a normal life of writing and getting into her designated school. But as the quiet girl, the bullying and harassment has gotten out of hand, until her handsome savior came along. But after a chain of events, she suddenly begins investigating a mysterious disappearance and ends up discovering something way more sinister. Alan does her best trying to separate reality from fiction, but when the two collide, it leaves her lost in her imagination.

During the reenactment of events, Alan also realizes shes more than just a pretty face but also a motivator. Keep your friends close and enemies closer. Only you can make yourself happy; no one can steal your joy and certainly cant deprive you of your future.

• Language: English
• Publisher: iUniverse
• Release date: Oct 3, 2017
• ISBN: 9781532033155

Mariah A. Grier

Mariah A. Grier, is a fasinating author, that proven that age is nothing but a number when it comes to unlimited talent. A very inspiring young lady who hopes to reach a wide audience who shares the same passion. One day this young lady will definitely be introducing her stories in film. This is her second published novel and have a few continous novels in waiting. Her sight is still on visiting Japan, while brushing up on foreign languages. All the while, still encouraging others to continue with their own fulfillments.

Book preview

CHAPTER

1

The sound of rain hitting the earth was all I could hear. The pelting rain over powered the sound of my footsteps. I looked down at my hand. The red and dark blue swirl of color stood out against the worlds gray. I stared at my ring silently.

How long has it been? I thought.

I looked back up ahead at the empty street, forecast in gray and quick swifts of the black rain. I tugged at my blended hoodie with my hand. I continued on silently.

How long has it been since it rained this hard? I wondered.

I pulled my phone out my jacket pocket. Thankfully it wasn’t wet. I checked the time. 5:49. My gaze shifted to the date. I silently gasped and my eyes slightly widened. It was the 2nd of November. Precisely 5:59. I felt my mouth fall agape. Suddenly I felt my feet stop. It was 5:59 on the 2nd of November. I stared at my phone, my grip tight on it.

It felt like an eternity before the 9 shifted to a 0. It was now 5:50. My breath suddenly hitched as I felt someone’s gaze on me. I looked around to see no one there. I smiled a little. Of course I wouldn’t see anyone. I turned back up ahead and began walking again. Soon, I spotted a cement line up along a grassy field. I went over and sat on it. I could feel someone’s gaze still on me. I felt like they were trying to burn their gaze right through me. Suddenly I felt it right on me. I smiled wanly at the familiar feeling. I looked down at my ring.

Hey, I muttered. I remember this day. It was the day I… was saved by you. It was before I ever knew of your tragic appearance. I scooted back more, to where half my bum was on the grass. If you remember… can you give me a sign? I asked. There was silence for a moment. But then I felt a soft, fragile touch on my arm. It was so small you had to really be paying attention to tell. Everything we went through. It’s still fresh in my mind. Do you remember?

I felt a presence beside me and leaned my head to the side.

Who do you think you are! yelled a voice.

You’re a nobody! Stay away from us, screeched another.

If you ever come near me again, I’ll slap you again you filthy witch. Brian would never want someone like you, said the cruelest.

There was a pop as a locker was slammed closed.

Paper filled with writings was on the ground.

A few were soaked.

There was the sound of distancing footsteps.

There was a grunt as someone rose.

Their knees were bent as they stood.

They bent over grunting as they picked up the papers. They held the soaked papers out with one hand and the other hand held the other papers.

Idiot, the person muttered. You just had to go and try to be the hero.

The person straightened up groaning. Never again. The person began walking the opposite direction the footsteps went.

Outside, it was windy. The wind blew my black hair. I tugged some strands behind my ear and made my way down the school steps. I looked at my drenched papers. What am I going to do about these? The deadline is in 23 days, I mumbled.

Honestly, who would want to be in a group with her? a voice questioned.

I looked surprised and looked to my left.

A girl I never seen before was staring at me. She turned her gaze from me and nudged the girl beside her. The other girl didn’t break her gaze from me at all. She rolled her eyes and they turned leaving. I heard her mutter an insult and the other girl laughed.

I watch them for a little longer, and then closed my eyes, turning from them. I began walking away from the school. You don’t even know me, I thought. How can you just say stuff like that? I frowned and headed toward my favorite cafe’.

As I walked, I thought over the day’s events so far. Hmm… Well I got A’s on my tests. I’m not counting that one B. I got complimented by my art teacher. I had a half complete story. Brian came on to me in gym and sat extremely close to me in writing club. I tried to tell his supposed girlfriend, Tiffany, but only got slapped. My half complete story was drenched in Tiffany’s Starbucks because apparently I was lying. Hm… Oh yeah. I was insulted over 15 times today. Less than yesterday though.

Hey, did you see that girl, Alan’s, picture up on Tiffany’s page yesterday? questioned a voice.

Yeah, lol! said another.

I looked behind me in time to see two girls walk past me. They were laughing and talking about the picture they saw. I stared in shock. I quickly turned around and hurried away.

Uh. Hey, isn’t that the girl right there?

Hey, yeah. I think so. That’s the same jacket.

I fast walked away and paused. Tiffany… has a picture of me? How? I suddenly froze and I felt paralyzed. No, it can’t be, I mumbled. One day, I came to school for a normal day. Well actually… I had just had my first lady day. I wore a white dress and… I heard a click. I turned around to see that Tiffany had taken a picture of me from behind. Later I learned I had leaked. I had asked her to delete it and she said she did.

Suddenly a blast of wind interrupted my thoughts. My papers suddenly flew from my hands. Surprised, I quickly tried to pick them up. Suddenly the wind blew again, blowing my papers everywhere. I felt a strong gaze on me. I straightened up and ran away.

From afar, a male silently watched Alan’s papers fly from her hands. Man, its windy today. He noticed her try to pick up her stuff. He saw the wind blow her stuff once again and he looked concerned. Does she need help? He thought. After a third attempt he saw her take off. He looked surprised. Uh, he mumbled. He walked across the street. Where’d she go? he questioned. He picked up her papers and straightened up. He looked ahead. Ah there she is. She’s running.

He began walking after her. Man she’s fast. Wonder if I can catch up.

After a while, he arrived at a curb. He looked to his left. There she is. She looks depressed. He walked over to her. Um, miss you dropped your papers, he stated.

She had her head buried in her knees. Her arms were wrapped around them. Upon hearing his voice, she raised her head, surprised. Tears were in the corner of her eyes.

The male had his hair cut low on the sides and back but on top of his head were pink curls with yellow streaks. He looked slightly surprised.

Alan continued to stare at him in surprise.

He handed her papers to her with a slight concerned expression. Are you okay? he questioned.

CHAPTER

2

I was sitting at my cinnamon brown desk. My gaze was focused as I reviewed over a small stack of paper. On the desk were the stained papers. I picked up my led pencil and began writing on the back of my unfinished paper. I bit my bottom lip as I continued writing.

The image of the male from earlier popped into my head. I froze and stared silently at my paper. Back there he had returned my papers and asked repeatedly if I was okay. I could only stare at him. No one had ever asked me that, only my mother. The fact he returned my papers to me too…

I shook my head and turned my eyes- which had shifted to my wall- back at my papers. I tried writing again, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t focus once I thought about the picture of me those girls were talking about.

I placed hands on the side of my head and closed my eyes tightly. Everyone’s mocking faces appeared in my head. I sighed slowly opening my eyes. I laid my head on my desk. With my eyes half open, I stared into space. I pictured the stranger’s face. His slight worried face.

His outstretched hand full of my papers…

Now that’s what I call humane.

CHAPTER

3

Stop. Stop! I thought. You’re at school. Focus on work and not a person you don’t even know.

I sighed. I dreamt that the girls at my school talked to me and read my stories. They were nice to me and complimented me. Then I headed to my usual spot when I saw the stranger who helped me. He was smiling gently. He held out his hand to me saying that he hoped I had a better day. I… woke up crying after that.

I shook my head and hurried down the hall towards the writing club. When I entered the classroom, no one was there. I sighed in relief. I walked over to my usual table which was in the back. It became my group’s table too. I sat my white with black and blue flower printed folder, on the table and opened it. I took out the papers I was working on last night. I took my pencil in my hand and began writing.

The sound of a door being shut reached my ears but I didn’t acknowledge it. Footsteps approached my table and suddenly a hand gently touched my shoulder.

I jumped at the contact and quickly whirled around.

Standing behind me was the one who has caused extra unnecessary drama in my life. The handsome, kind Brian. He was smiling with an apologetic expression on his face. Uh, sorry. I didn’t mean to surprise you, he assured.

I turned back around and stared at my paper. No, it’s fine. It’s just me, I mumbled softly.

Surprised by just a touch. That’s cute. Brian thought.

Brian smiled and took a chair, scooting it closer to her. So, what are you writing? Is it part of the group project? he questioned.

I shook my head, not glancing at him once. This… is for the publication story.

Brian looked surprised but then smiled. He leaned slightly towards me, peering at my paper. Hm. Can I read it?

I flinched a little and leaned back slightly. I-I’m not done yet. I managed to stutter.

Brian slowly nodded and leaned back in his seat. I like your outfit, Alan.

I could feel his gaze burning heavily into me but I didn’t dare meet his gaze. People like him I tend to look out for. I mean he already has a girlfriend and he’s trying to flirt with me.

He placed his hand on my paper and I instinctively looked up at him, surprised. He scooted towards me and gently touched a strand of my long, dark hair.

I closed my eyes tightly. Please, stop. I demanded softly and jerked away from him.

Suddenly the door opened and he moved away from me.

Brian? called a familiar voice. Are you in here?

Uh yeah, Brian replied.

I slightly blushed and quickly scooted my chair further away from him.

Footsteps approached the table and a sense of worry came over me as I recognized the click- clack of a certain someone’s heels. Ah, hey, Brian. Oh. What’s she doing here?

I looked up and met the glaring green orbs of Tiffany. I smiled awkwardly. Oh, I was just writing my story, I quickly explained.

Uh-huh, yeah. And just like the other one, that’s going to get trashed too, she stated matter of factly.

I stared at her surprised.

Brian glanced at me then back at her. I was checking up on her. So, did you want something? he questioned, straightening up.

Tiffany turned her cold gaze to him and smiled, grabbing his arm. Come on, let’s go to a restaurant. All that writing I had to do earlier got me stressed. I had to pull an all nighter, she stated. She pulled him up, smiling happily.

They began walking away and I closed my eyes, silently sighing.

Oh, Alan.

I opened my eyes looking up surprised. Brian and Tiffany were looking at me. His gaze was softer than hers though. See you, he called and did a slight motion then they left.

I looked down at my paper. I stared in a daze. "Oh great. Tiffany caught me and her boyfriend alone. I know the rumors will be