So I've decided to post parts of Chapter Two of my story, to hopefully draw more attention to me storage box ^-^.
A lot happens in this Chapter...
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Chapter Two
A TALL, HANDSOME LOOKING YOUNG MAN popped his head into the tunnel. “Oh Mason, check it out, I found it!” May felt ready to rip her heart out, could they hear how quickly it was pumping blood throughout her body? She got chills, and she was pretty sure that her hair was standing on end. “What’s your name? Are you alright cutie? You look like you’ve just seen a ghost…”
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She heard voices, alarmed voices and blabbering soon after, people picking her up and putting her back down several times, trying to talk to her. She never answered them, though. The only thing she said was “Lou,” in an attempt to get her name down, to hopefully notify her family of her death eventually. She refused to talk after three or four times; it felt like she was holding her breath every time she spoke, and she couldn’t do it anymore.
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“Are you familiar with an Isabella Rebecca Jones?” May heard whispering. “Oh yes,” May got extremely excited. It was her mom! “That’s May’s biological mother.” What? May sat up and stared at her parents for a dramatic effect. Her father looked at her, with tears welling up in his eyes. “Bill, are you okay?” May yawned, hoping to gain attention from her parents or the doctor. Her father actually looked away. Was her face ripped apart? Was she a ghost? Why wouldn’t they pay attention to her!?
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May knew that they already knew that she was dead when they wrote that… Ana was fragile, though, she’d die if… No, she wasn’t gonna think about that. “Ana,” she whispered, gliding gracefully to her sister’s side. She looked up, staring straight ahead and finally turned to face May. She didn’t look surprised at all, so May’s hope that maybe Ana could hear her quickly diminished. “You died,” Ana’s eyes filled with tears. “You died and I couldn’t even say goodbye.” She looked more angry, than surprised. “You said you’d come back when things were better, but you never came back and things got better!” she screamed at her older sister’s ghost as she began to cry.
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“Why are you purple?” May cocked her head. “You’re purple… you’re like…” She just stopped at that, picked up a pencil and her sketch pad, and began to draw. May just waited; Ana did this a lot. When she couldn’t explain something, she drew it. She was talented, a very good artist, and usually her drawings showed exactly what she was talking about. When she’d finished the drawing and had colored it in, she turned the paper at May. It looked exactly like what she’d looked like the last time that Ana had seen her… Not like what she’d looked like when she’d died. May concentrated on the other details, though. Her entire body looked like it was made up of electric energy, and it was purple, indeed… At least how Ana saw it. Then she realized, her arm did not hurt at all, no pain, and she could move it. She lifted it up and down several times, marveling at it. She also realized that she really was purple, something that should have been hard to miss, but apparently, she had. She did not look at Ana again; she just stared at nothing, thinking. She was dead and she was a ghost… It was a hard concept to absorb. Soon, though, she heard Ana speaking to someone.
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She awoke smiling. She opened her eyes, expecting to see Ana watching her; but she saw someone else, unfamiliar. There was a woman was right in front of her; holding a child and trying to bit things up from the floor. May looked around a bit more; blinking sleep from her transparent eyes. She looked around; the unfamiliar surroundings caught her by surprise. It looked like her house, only with different furniture and boxes everywhere. Apparently, it was a house in the neighborhood, just not the same one… So it must have the same layout. It was rather interesting though. She looked at the stair railing; there was a long scratch across the wall right over the long wooden cylinder against the wall. This was her house… Her sister had carved into the wall with a fork once when she was only about two. May blinked and rushed up to where her room was. Of course it was still there… She examined the door. It was been replaced and there was a brand new handle. She walked in and noticed the gray-blue paint was gone. There was a new coat of light green paint, still shiny and wet… May wished she could smell it… She knew that paint wasn’t the best smell, but she missed being able to smell anything. The hole in the wall had been fixed, she could see where it was at, even with the new coat of paint. She turned and looked at the carpet, there was still a faded pink stain set in the carpet; next to where her dresser once was. She shuddered. She walked back downstairs and looked around.
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“Hey Jess,” she waved and smiled at him. “This is Kendra,” he motioned at the girl standing behind him, and holding to his arm with an iron grip, almost afraid. “She’s a little shy…” he grinned at the girl and she stuck her tongue out at him. “What did you need help with?”
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“I don’t like you,” May stated grimly, glaring maliciously at the girl that she knew already, was pure evil.[/B]
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