(continued) 9,458,974,780 designer shopping bags later, Emily and I trudged back on the bus home. I would go to bed early, I decided, and analyse every bit of the day in my buzzing head, try to make sense of it all. But I had no such luck. As it transpired, Emily loved the idea of Christmas, claiming in hushed whispers that she never had enough time to celebrate it herself, as she had always been at sea somewhere. I half-listened to her as I dolefully wrapped the many presents for my many relatives. For I had discovered soon after my mother handed me that damned thirty euro, that I was in for a long haul with Emily, and that with both of our Christmas presents (the money, my parents aren't very inventive) in her pale hands, she was purely lethal. I didn't of course, take the joy away from her, I had been dreading the event, for I was very peculiar in one sense, I detested shopping. I continued with the endless taping, wrapping and labelling of the many presents Emily had bought for various people, while she chatted amiably to my mother, who was now cooking the dinner, about the various things we'd bought. "I'm going to... The bathroom." I decided, leaping up from the table. "Me too." Emily seconded cheerily, and I groaned. So much for the Master Plan. Emily followed me up to the small poxy room that was the spare bedroom, it was too awkward in mine, what with Shad- JARED in there. Jared, my brother. "Soooo," began Emily, "What did you get me for Christmas?" "A bracelet from Penneys." I mumbled, refusing to play her silly little game. "Ah," Emily continued, somewhat deflated at my literal answer to her without the stupid element of surprise she was clearly hoping for. "Would you like to inquire what I got you?" "No." "It's not your usual present, but I think you'll like it," she pressed. "I really don't give a damn Emily." I growled at her, though this had no impact whatsoever. "Ok then, I'll tell you, seen as you're clearly dying to know!" she exaggerated forcefully, whispering at the end. "You're going to meet your brother, Jared the Shadow Boy." ****not a great bit but it gets a lot better. They run away, why? Feedback please! 0.0
I know how u fell, I hate writing boring parts. I'm on one in my book. But about the story, this isn't boring, it's suspence
Continued. Christmas day arrived at last, as it does every year, and in our house it was much the same as always. Gran came over, as she did every year since Grandad passed away. A few relations came, I got presents that were wasted on me, my room was too full anyway. And of course we were all given fifth, sixth and eighth helpings of Christmas dinner, much to Emily's horror. But it wasn't until the evening, that things started to get interesting, when Emily decided that Jared was going to magically appear in my room if I gave her a moment. "What?!?" I screeched, "How, why... No. No Emily, just no." "Huh. I thought you were the one demanding answers." she huffed impatiently, knowing this would break me. "Ugh. Sheesh. Ok then, go for it!" I drew in breath. I didnt really know what to expect, and I'll admit it, I was downright scared. Emily clambered onto my bed, and stared into the mirror. She blew on the surface, though it didn't fog up. Then she placed three fingers allayed out on the glass and muttered some strange incantation. She sat back and looked at the mirror. Nothing happened. "Did you do it?" I asked her warily. "Of course not." she rolled her eyes in reply, "That was just for effect." I glared at her in reply to that statement. "Now, shoo!" she ordered, ushering me out of the room, "You can't see the real thing!" "Why?" She merely shrugged her shoulders in response. *** "Celeste, come in," a gravely voice sounded from behind my bedroom door, as I watched out carefully for any stragglers from earlier on. There were none I could see, so I drew in a deep breath and entered my bedroom. A loud gasp emitted from my mouth when I took in my surroundings. Actually, scrap that. When I took in the person sitting on the floor, his green/blue eyes reflecting mine. My brother. And then suddenly confusion took over me as I took in every detail, something was clearly not right. *******still in relatively boring part, so hang on please :-/ Feedback greatly appreciated!
Continued {as all following posts are until notification} I looked accusingly at Emily, waiting for her to jump up and claim it was all just a big joke, the mirror was a prank mirror and neither Shadow Boy nor Jared ever existed. Instead she just squinted back with the same apprehensive nervous look that the supposed "Jared" had fixed me with beforehand. For the minute I had seen "Jared" I had realised for the first time that Emily had been lying about the whole thing. For the obvious teen now sitting on my bed was no Shadow Boy. Nor was he the Jared I remembered. "Celeste," Emily pleaded in her annoying tinkly voice, "I know Jared doesn't look like you-" but I never heard her. I ran down the stairs and out the back door, as everyone still here from the party was in the front room, so it was too risky going out the front door. Confused, annoyed, and somewhat disorientated, I leapt gracefully onto the bin and jumped over the garden wall into the laneway that led onto the road. I had no idea where I was going or what I was doing, now that I thought about it, but I just kept on running. Running till I was out of breath, running till my lungs ached and my heart pounded, running away from my problems. Running towards... The lighthouse. *****short but posting 3 days worth of writing soo...
The lighthouse. The lighthouse. The- ugh. Was I possessed or something? And as if that wasn't bad enough, running both effortlessly and elegantly behind me, faces creased with worry as if they were my parents, were Emily and the boy that called himself Jared. Almost immediately they both stared spilling out their excuses, offering explanations that just went in one ear and out the other. I didn't hear them. I couldn't. I wouldn't. But of course I did. "Listen Celeste, I know I don't look exactly like you remember me, but it's because I was never really a proper ghost. I am "Shadow Boy". Your mirror-" began Shadow Boy/Jared/red-haired-guy. "Stop!" I commanded, cutting him off. "Slower, and I want to know everything." I ordered. "Ye eejit.", I added afterwards, feeling it would be appropriate. "Ok," he began, trying very hard to ignore my prolonged heavy panting, as we all sat down around Emily's statue. "But it's a long story."
"You were always the more outgoing of the two of us," he explained. "I was always the shyer. Always more fragile. When I was in hospital for all that time, then I realised that. After I, um, left my body, I discovered that I had died. I tried to get to you, to talk to you, but you never knew I was there." A small ghostly tear slid down his face, and I groaned quietly. He continued with his story. "You talked to me, but you never heard my replies. Gradually, I discovered that I was somehow stuck in your room. Then, later, your mirror. I never understood why. Until, now." I watched silently as Emily nodded along, crying as well, with each statement as if she understood everything he was saying, which I had to remind myself, she probably did. "Celeste," she suddenly asked me, "What does a mirror do?" I looked at her amusedly, trying to make sense of her absurd question. "Uh, reflect things?" I replied nonchalantly. "Reflect what?" Jared pressed on. "I DON'T HAVE A CLUE. WHY DON'T YOU JUST STOP THE DAMN MIND GAMES AND TELL ME!" I shouted, angered already. "Has she always been like this?" Emily asked my brother, amused at my sudden outburst. Upon the nodding of his head to confirm that yes, I had always been like that, Emily carried on. "A mirror reflects life, Celeste. It reflects the people that live and the life they live." "Yes," Jared continued, "And what are we? You can see us, we can talk, walk, basically do pretty much everything, even this," he stuck his hand through the statue, much to Emily's disgust and my delight. "Anyway," Emily rolled her eyes, "We can do all that, but we are still not really well, there. Celeste, do you know what I'm talking about?" I did. Suddenly I understood the whole thing about Shadow Boy. "Yes, I understand now," I mumbled, "Y-you're a sort of, reflection, a reflection of life." "Well," breathed Jared, "you are both very right and very wrong. We are a reflection of life, but you understand nothing-yet." ****Ta dah! Comments please! Gets better though : /