"Ana something is bothering you... care to tell me?" Mr. Reck's voice brought me out of my daze, tucking my hair behind my ear I shrugged, "If having the same dream for a week straight count then yes.. something is bothering me,". I was sitting in my English class room, it was a few minutes before the first bell rang and I decided to sit in my teachers room. "Are Rippers bothering you again?" Mr. Reck asked, looking at me over the top of his glasses, I shook my head, "I been "reliving" my so called death..." I told him, a chill going down my spine. my teacher just nodded, "That can happen sometimes, for the longest time after my "death" I kept having dreams, but they soon passed," he said before going back to grading papers, his red pen squeaking across the paper.

I picked up the travel mug that had my tea in it and took a sip, "Did you ever see the Reaper in your dreams?" I asked. Mr. Reck didn't glance up, he kept grading, "What was he doing in your dreams?" he asked. I didn't reply for a moment, "He was standing over me, looking at me as if he knew something, wanted something, then I wake up," I took another sip and looked out the window, the clouds were grew, it had already rained the night before, dead leaves were plastered to the ground, "normal" weather for the town. I was thankful I decided to wear jeans instead of a skirt, jeans, a dark blue long sleeve shirt and a gray cardigan along with my worn converse was my dress for that day, I was half awake when I got dressed, and was lucky to have my hair up in a loose bun.

"Interesting.." was the reply that I got, then the bell rang, signaling that classes were to start for the day, grabbing my coffee mug, I gathered my two folders, slipped my messenger bag over my shoulder and headed for the door. "Thanks for letting me sit in here," I said as I passed Reck's desk, my teacher just nodded, he looked like he was thinking. "See you later Ana, Don't forget the meeting," he called as I left, I just nodded and walked out into the hall.

I woke up to my alarm clock, Hope It Gives You Hell by All American Rejects. Like every morning I gave slight moan and wimper as I hit the snooze button. Those five minutes always feel like 3 seconds and then I hear the same song repeat itself. This time I sigh, then I hear a, "Good Morning buddy!" from on of the local spirits, Billy Monday, who is usually sitting on the edge of my bed smiling at me. I leaned up and my peeping eyes squinted at him."I'm sorry Billy I still wasn't able to find you a girlfriend. Call back later." I threw the covers over my head so he would leave. But there was something about spirits that made them disobedient.

"Oh but I know you have so many friends! There has got to be someone who wouldn't mind getting down and dirty with Big ol' Billy." He said, I slowly pulled the covers from over my head and I saw him flexing his arm muscles and kissing his biceps. I sighed."Billy I highly doubt that any of my friends what to make out with a transparnet ghost. You know all the girls now and days are into vampires or werewolves you sort of don't have a chance." At this point, I gave up, knowing that he wasn't going to leave. I dragged my feet across the hard wood floor. I was wearing my usual pajama pants with picture of Casper The Friendly Ghost on them, and a grey tank top.

"Hey now, some girls are open minded!" He said, right then is when I knew he was desparite, then again, I knew he would have been happy being some girls imaginary boyfriend. I quickly took off my pajamas and threw on some dark gray skinny jeans I wore yesterday, a navy blue v neck shirt, and a slim fit stripped black and white hoodie. I walked to the bathroom, ignoring Billys rambling about how he wants to fall in love.

I passed my mother who just got out the shower and wearing a robe. To all my straight guy friends my mom was known as a MILF, lets not get into what that means, but from what they say my mom is hot. She was Prom Queen in high school, and an honor graduate, you know, everything I'm not."Is Billy not talking today?" She asked me concerned."Nope, he's here I'm just not listening." I replied as I passed by her.

"Hey! You don't have to be so mean you know!?" Billy said still falling me."Sorry but I'm really busy, you know I have to go to school today?" I walked into the bathroom and turned the fausit on, and begun to was my face. Every time the water splashed onto my face, I went back to the day that that Spirt pulled me into the water, I could always seeing him say 'help me'. Then, I would see something pull him by the neck. A hand...with no skin on it, just bone.

I rushed out the door, not forgetting my back pack. It was always chilly outside, but I was use to it." So what do you have planned today?" Billy asked me. He liked to appear out of no where a lot. Oh wait! Thats every Spirit!"I actually have some meeting today with Mr.Reck and Mrs.Adams, I don't know why, all I know is that they only picked a handful of kids to be on some team or something like that, so I thought why not just do it."

"Oh...thats cool." Billy smiled. I could tell when he was hiding something."You know something that I don't know?" I asked him, Spirits are good ways to get information, that is, if they want to tell you."Nope, not a thing." His smile got bigger, and he begun to laugh under his breath. I squinted my eyes at him. Luckily, I didn't live to far from the school, it was a short walking distance."Tell me Billy." I demanded him."Oh, got to go!" He said quickly,and dissappeared into the wind. I sighed.

I managed to make it inside the school. I was a few minutes early as always. Sometimes Spirits would roam the halls of the school, it was sometimes hard to tell who was alive and who was a Spirit. I went to the Cafeteria, thats usually were I went when I didn't have anything better to do. I looked around, and a cold chill went down my back. The lights started to flicker, but everyone in the cafeteria acted as though nothing happened. Oh no, I was getting a vision...

I saw someone running through the forest. A woman, she turned back every now and then. Something was chasing her. But what? She screamed for help. Her clothes were torn, and her forehead was bleeding. Eventually, she tripped, and begun to crawl. Something got her by her foot and pulled her, she continued to scream untill it pulled her into the trees.

I begun to cough, I felt as though I was there. What was this vision about? What kind of person was able to pull a woman into the trees. I don't think this was just any ordinary murder. I started to rambled through my backpack and found a journal. I wrote down all the visions I had in that journal. "October 28, 2010...'The Lady in The Dark Forest'. I titled it, and I begun to write.

I looked at myself in the mirror then placed my hand over the scar across the neck slowly following it down to my shoulder blade I sighed then pulled my jacket on. "why do you do that?" the voice of little Casandra Hews spoke I turned to face her "What?"
"you know that thing on your neck you always look at it, why?"
"my scar? I look at to see if it is starting to go away." I lied she rolled her eyes
"don't lie to me whats the real reason I may be dead but i want a explanation please." her voice tense
"you want the real reason?" I leaned in
"yes I would like to know!" I smiled then my cell went off to let me know to get to school
"see-ya Casandra!" I began to gather my things
"Hey so not fair! I can follow you." I grinned
"not that far." she folded her arms
"your such a jerk Chou!" she yelled as I slammed the door shut and giggled
"oh Casandra." I put my headphones on and walked out of the apartment. Casandra had been murdered by her father way before I came to live there actually her dad killed everyone living on that floor I see them all the time so it doesn't bug me anymore sad thing is almost everyone passed on and still the little eight- year-old Casandra still wont live on. I stepped onto the morning bus after waiting a bit and It dropped me off a few blocks away from the school like it always did and I began to walk to school like usual.

I sometimes wish my nights were a little bit longer. It seemed peaceful, to curl under my knitted blanket, my face pressed against the cold pillowcase, the window cracked open just enough for the chilly breeze to fill my room. I enjoyed everything about night, except of course, the darkness which was it's most significant characteristic. Damn.. -I thought, as I heard the annoying sound of my alarm clock go off. The constant beeping noise filling my ears. Throwing the cover off of my torso, I opened my eyes, green emeralds peering through almost closed eyelids. I didn't get much sleep last night, and her face was the one to blame. I pulled my weight up off of the matress, so that I could sit up and turn my legs, letting them dangle off of the bed. Like every morning, I sat there for maybe 5 minutes before actually giving effort to rise to my feet. The hard wood floor sent a chill through the soles of my bare feet, which immediately woke me up to my senses. I made haste to the bathroom, since I was already late.

I ran the faucet, cupping my hands to let them fill with the cold water, then burying my face into it. Once I was done, I dried my face with a hand towel, brushed my teeth, and simply ran my hands through my hair, letting the water from my fingers adjust my messy locks of curls. I could hear my mom in the next room, getting ready for work. She would usually get ready and just leave, but it seems she was running late herself. Walking back to my room, I grabbed a tight fitting black t-shirt and a pair of fitted jeans, which had a few rips in them. I bought them like this, I swear. After warming my feet with a pair of socks and then by gray boots, I grabbed my backpack, stuffing my folder, pencils and pens, sketchpad and of course, how could I ever forget, my homework. Which was of course, not even finished. I was slacking, I admit. That was only because so much was on and in my mind. But, that of course wasn't a good enough reason to my teachers of why I was letting my grades drop drastically. I shrugged the thought off, slinging the backpack over my shoulder and heading out of my house.

Walking down the sidewalk, I stuffed my hands into my pockets, shrugging my shoulders up. It was cold, as usual. I saw a few familiar faces, one of them being Casandra's. I moved past her, without saying a word. I didn't talk to anyone, really. Call me anti-social, if you like. I think it suites me just fine. Once near the school, I lightly jogged up the stairs, heading through the open double doors and down the hall. Ana.. -I thought to myself. She was a junior, just like myself, and we shared a few classes together. We didn't talk much, only when we were put in to groups for certain assignments. I forced a smile, my eyes pulling away from her, as I turned to walk in to the cafeteria.

I was spared maybe 15 minutes before my first class. And because of that, why not use it to finish up a drawing. I sat at a long table, which was empty. There were few people in the cafeteria, which was better than being crowded. I pulled out my sketch pad from my backpack, throwing the back pack on the table and then holding up the sketchpad, letting the back of the cardboard rest on the edge of the table, the bottom of it resting in my lap. I began to sketch.. that old woman who has never left my dreams.

I sat in the cafeteria as usual and pulled out my book "Chou!" a voice yelled to me oh no. my high school ghost friend sat next to me her long blond and her flawless skin all breathing on me "What do you want?" she rolled her eyes and pulled my book down.
"Chou why cant you be nice to me?" she asked her blue eyes shined.
"sorry to burst you bubble Julia, but your dead and before you died you ruined my life okay." I said in a low whisper she frowned.
"Chou can you leave it behind that was last year when I was alive I knew you could talk to the dead now help me out already!" Julia yelled. Julia would be in collage by now it was her senior year graduation she got into a car accident on her way here but before that she herd me talking to a dead teacher and blew it to the whole school. Making my life a living hell.
"I cant forgive you and I never will everyone thinks I'm a freak now I was just some innocent sophomore and you ruined it okay." I almost wanted to scream, but I picked up my things and moved to a table were a boy (Enkel's character) sat, I sat at the end of the table but Julia has to follow me.
"Chou your so selfish come on it was a harmless joke okay!" she put her puppy face on.
"no now go away!" I said in a loud whisper and opened my book and began to read. go away Julia!

The day was going to be a slow one, I could already feel it, I had managed to avoid a few of the ghosts that walked the school, it helped that my scar tingled when one got to close. I now sat in my first period; History, a subject that was one of my favorites, Mrs. Adams had a way of teaching that made you stay awake even when the topic wasn't that exciting. As Students slowly made their way into the room, I got my notebook out and waited for class to start.