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Teenage Ghost
Eartha searched online every night for anything about restoring ghosts to corporal form. There was nothing. On the weekends she poured over old books in the library. She discovered nothing. She spoke about ghosts to the customers that came into Fortuness. There were a lot of ideas about where ghosts got their power from.
The one thing that was said the most, oddly enough, was batteries. The people who watched ghost hunting shows on television had a variety of things they’d noticed before ghostly activity. Batteries going dead, even though they had been fully charged, was top of the list. An object the deceased was either physically, mentally, or emotionally attached to or acquainted with. The last thing was strong emotion from someone in the room.
Eartha thought about where there might be a multitude of batteries to drain. All the batteries in the mall shops would be new, and would have to be charged first. She needed an event where there would be lots of people with cameras. Maybe a parade or sporting event, even a concert would work.
When Josh sat down to eat with his parents, he expected the usual treatment. His parents would start off the second he sat down, making sure he knew how displeased they were with all of his choices. Instead, he was greeted with somber looks and silence.
Normally Josh would have welcomed the quiet. It was far better than the screeching of his parents if he dared speak in defense of himself. The look on their faces made him think something terrible had happened. He was too afraid to ask, he almost didn’t want to know.
Halfway through the meal his father finally spoke. “So next year you will be going to Deerborne High. That means a fresh start at a new school.” he looked over at Josh.
“WHAT?!?!” Josh screamed aloud. He knew his parents were underhanded and devious, but sending him to a completely different school? A single thought raced through his mind as anger filled him from the core, ‘UNREAL!’.
“Just be quiet and listen to your father.” his mother warned.
Josh stood from his chair, seething with anger he lashed out. He turned to his mother and said, “No! YOU be quiet and listen!”. Then turned to his father, “I will be going to Studemont High School and there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”
His father seemed unmoved by the drama. “I think you will find that highly difficult.” he retorted.
“You can’t stop me!” Josh shouted at his dad then stormed up to his room.