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Hey people, so The old thread for this started to spaz out, so I'm just going to repost the chapters I have so far, and the ones I will have.
Prologue
Nick suddenly opened his eyes. He swore he had heard something. Of course, he had been feeling paranoid all night, so he wasn't sure if the noise was real or not. He was home alone, he hadn't been feeling well, so he had his family go to the Laker's game without him.
Deciding that he needed a some water, Nick got up off the couch. Walking into the kitchen, he saw something move in the walk-in pantry. "Who's there?" He asked, nervously. A few moments later, a large man walked out of the pantry. A malicious smile spread across the man's face. Taking a shotgun out of his pocket the man said, "happy 16th birthday, Nick Jonas... or not!" Pulling back the trigger, the man watched as the bullet went right in between Nick's eyes.
50 years later
Nick sat bolt-upright in his bed. It must have been a bad dream, he thought to himself. Standing up, Nick saw at least half an inch of dust on everything, like it hadn't been touched in years. Confused, Nick reached up the scratch his head, when he noticed a transparent, glowing thing sticking out of his sleeve. "What the-" He said, looking at and through his hand. After a minute, he realized that his whole body was transparent. Feeling slightly light headed, Nick leaned against the wall. Feeling his arm slide through something that felt like butter, Nick turned to see that he was elbow deep in wall. "Gah!" He yelled, pulling out his arm. "That wasn't a dream then..." He said out loud. "That means that I'm-I'm dead."
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Chapter One
I looked at the house. I absolutely loathed it. If it wasn't for the house, I would still be in Claremore, Oklahoma, things were almost normal there. By almost, I mean the fact that I can see things no one else can, and by things, I mean ghosts. I know, its crazy, but it just happened. So know, when ever I talk to one of them people think that I'm crazy! It just plain sucks.
"Anna!" My mom called from behind me, "come get your stuff out of the truck."
"Whatever," I replied, walking over to my mom's light blue 1978 Chevy. Grabbing my box of stuff, I started trudging up to the front door. I glared at the Living Room as I started up the stairs.
Opening the door to my room, I set the box down on my bed. Looking around, I remembered what the room looked like a few weeks ago. There had been furniture still in it from the previous owners. The dust on everything had to be an inch think at least. Everything was fine when we started taking stuff out. No vengeful spirits trying to keep the stuff. That was definatley an improvement from our last house.
Looking out of my window into the bright sunlight, I saw a boy about my age, sitting on the fence, looking mornefully up at the house. Looking at the boy quizzically, I walked back to the bed, and quickly put my things away. He's kinda cute, I thought to myself. His curly hair, brown eyes. I couldn't believe what I was thinking I didn't even know the guys name, and I was, well, crushing on him!
"Anna!" My mom yelled from downstairs, "come help me clean out the furniture from the living room!"
"Fine!" I called back, walking out of my room.
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Chapter Two
Nick's POV
The last two weeks had been the hardest weeks of my life. Well, I guess I wasn't alive, but you get the point. First of all, I found out that I had been dead, (I still have issues with that,) for 50 years. Which meant that my parents were dead, also, and Kevin and Joe were obscenely old. Like in their 70's.
The good thing is that I'm pretty sure no one can see or hear me, especially because I still get creeped out when I get a body part sunk halfway into the wall. But by far, the worst part was that they had thrown away all of the instruments I had had. Unless that brown haired girl had taken it back.
There was something about that girl, I thought as I sat on the fence, looking up at the house. As the girl looked out the window, I could swear she was looking straight at me. As she walked away from the window, I heard the weirdest thing. I heard the girl saying, "He's kinda cute. His curly hair and brown eyes."
So, she had seen me, and apparently liked me, too. I'm not sure about you, but thats just strange. Seriously, a living girl, liking a dead boy. It wasn't right. Of course, to me right now, the world isn't right.
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Chapter 3
Anna's POV
I walked into one of the rooms I absolutely hated.
Of course, I hated every room, so thats not saying much. I listened to my mom, just kidding. I mean, I was barely listening to my mom. My mind was still focused on the boy outside. Most people walked by our house as quickly as they could. I still didn't get why.
After my mom had finished talking, I started clearing off the mantle piece. There were too many pictures on it. After about half of it was done, I noticed something. It was a picture of three handsome teenage-ish boys, but it wasn't the picture that caught my attention, but who was in it.
My eyes widened in shock as I saw the boy from outside. Flipping the picture over, I saw the date August 21st, 1957. Oh gosh. Not again! I though to myself, fighting back tears. I was sick and tired of ghosts, even if one of them was gorgeous.
Throwing the picture on the ground, I asked my mom, "can I go outside for a minute?"
"Sure, sweetie. Is everything ok-" But before she could finish I was already outside.
I marched directly over to the boy. "Who are you?" I demanded, glaring at him.
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Chapter 4
Nick's POV
My eyes widened, the girl was yelling at me, yet I was positive no one could see me. 'Who are you?' The girl asked, glaring at me. "N-n-Nick," I managed to stammer out. The anger coming from the girl was scaring me. She wasn't angry that I was on the fence, but that I existed.
'Great, but I was hoping for a last name, too,' the girl said, her eyes narrowing. "My name is Nick Jonas. Now, who are you?" I asked with just as much menace as the girl.
The girl's eyes widened, apparently taken aback by the question. 'Anna...' The girl, Anna, said, well more like whispered to me. 'Why are you here?' Anna asked, tears starting to form in her eyes. "If I knew, do you think I'd be here?" I responded. I didn't mean to sound rude, when Anna was obviously having a hard time. Wanting to make up for it, I reached up to her pale face, and wiped the tear away.
Anna looked up, startled by what I had just done. 'How, how did you do that?' She asked, looking at me curiously. "What do you mean?" I was completely and utterly confused by the question.
'Its just, well, I, um, didn't know that ghosts could do that,' she said, looking at her shoes. I had flinched when I heard the word 'ghost.' That was when my final last piece of hope that it was just a dream was ripped out of me.
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Chapter 5
Anna's POV
I looked down at my pink converse. I knew I had hurt the boys feelings. If I was, well, um, dead, I wouldn't want it shoved in my face either.
"I'm sorry," I said, looking up at Nick's slightly translucent, completely gorgeous, face. "I just am sick of seeing ghosts everywhere I go. I thought I had finally gotten rid of them when I moved here."
Nick looked at me, pain in his eyes. 'Well, if you want-' He started, but I cut him off. "I didn't say I wanted you to go. Just that I was sick of 100 year old ghosts chasing me around telling me to leave their house." I smiled up at him. 'How do you know I'm not 100 years old?' Nick asked. "Because, its 2008, and you, well, you know, died, in the late 50's." I hated talking about dying, and obviously Nick didn't either. 'Okay, well that helped me like you don't know!" Nick exclaimed, smiling. Oh how I did love his smile.
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Chapter 6
Nicks POV
I smiled at Anna, I knew that, hopefully, all 3 of my brothers were alive. Anna smiled back, then shivered. "Oh!" I said, shocked. "It must be getting cold!" I wonder why I didn't feel that, I thought to myself while walking towards the door. When I got there, I stood awkwardly as I waited for Anna to open the door. There was no way I was walking threw it! As Anna reached the door, she gave me a confused look, then rolled her eyes and opened the door.
She walked up the stairs and about halfway down the hall. My eyes widened. That had been my room. I walked in and noticed the collection of instruments in the corner. Heading over to them, I grabbed the guitar. 'Are those yours?' Anna asked, startling me. "Uh, yeah," I replied sadly. 'So, were you any good?' Anna asked. I simply laughed. "You tell me!" I exclaimed, starting to play a song my older brothers and I had written.
"If the heart is always searching,
Can you ever find a home?
I've been looking for that someone,
I'll never make it on my own
Dreams can't take the place of loving you,
There's gotta be a million reasons why it's true."
As I continued to sing, tears started to spring up in Anna's eyes.
"When you look me in the eyes.
And tell me that you love me.
Everything's alright,
When you're right here by my side.
When you look me in the eyes,
I catch a glimpse of heaven.
I find my paradise,
When you look me in the eyes.
"
When I was done, I wiped a tear that was forming at the edge of Anna's eye. 'That was beautiful,' she whispered softly.
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 Yay repost bump
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