Ordinary, I Wish

1

My mind was wandering as I walked through the crowded hallway of my high school.

Hadley had been annoying me about helping the newest spirit that was having problems crossing over. She seemed to have a soft spot for all spirits that died under the age of 40. Which were a lot of them-spirits at least. Though I could understand this ghost left her home when she was 22 to live with an aunt ran away from the aunt when she tried to commit her for seeing the future. She had a distinct Indian background though I wouldn't mention it. She told me the disturbing story of how she passed and I agreed.
       Her name was Jazmina. She promised to read my future if I helped her get in touch with her family. I had a problem with this because her family lived in Germany which is far away from my home of Burbank, CA. I was involuntarily snapped back to reality when Branson started talking to me.

“So have you done Mrs. Barnes essay yet its due Friday?” He was smiling because of course I hadn’t started it. It was only Monday I wouldn’t start it until at least Thursday afternoon.

“You think I actually started homework early?” I said playing along with his crazy questionnaire.

“Well I could help you with it if you want.” He smiled and I knew that he would do the whole thing for me.

“Hmmm…”I pretended to think. All the sudden there was a cold feeling that passed through my body. I looked up and there was a floating head in the corner of the hall. When I made eye contact it beckoned me to follow. As I said these ghosts appear to me but at school wasn’t normal at all.

“Hey Branson I’ll talk to you after school. Okay? I forgot my book in Geometry. You know how Mr. Upson gets when we make him late for lunch.” I turned without waiting for a response and ran to catch up with the ghost that was already halfway down the hall.

I finally caught up with it in the abandoned bathroom-abandoned for smell. When it turned and I found it was a he.

He spoke first in a heavily influence accent.

“My name is Prain. I come from India. My sister camed to your land many moons ago. She was gifted but years after her departure we came to this strange place to visit her. But we found her nowhere. We worried for her safety. A nearby passer said she moved months before our arrival. He didn’t know where she had gone. We returned to our land to find a letter from her. She told in it that her life had turned in circles and she was tired she told us not to come for her and there would be no more letters. She was moving to a town named Las Vegas and changing her name. She promised that she loved us but gave no more information. Against my parents will I went to look for her. I found little information. When I finally found a place where she was said to have lived it was splattered with red paint and my sister’s body was lying there.”

This story was surprising familiar.

“Prain what was your sister’s name?”