Chapter 9

Christy

Walking alone in the hall is not cool, not at all. But is better than having some disgusting boy hold your hand, or a gossiper burst your ear drum with her everlasting gossip.

School is not cool particularly for people like me, thank God I've got only one year to go then I'll be out of highschool, I gotta study! Yeah I know been in your final year is not easy and am going through a lot of stress.

I opened my locker with a sigh.

"Oh mother! I've sinned against God! Please asked him to forgive me!" Zoe came running faking a sob.

The hall had started giggling and whispering stuffs I know weren't good to hear.

Their giggles made me uncomfortable, I deep my hand in my locker and retrieve my science textbook, a note dropped to the floor, I reach down and picked it.

You gotta be strong!

My eyes were wide when I read it, it recalls me strangely of what my father use to say.

"Hello! Nun... Cat has got your tongue? Come on don't be shy, look at me, many people die Virgin you know." Lilly mocked while twirling with her hair strawberry blond hair.

I clenched my fist, and gritted my teeth.

"Aww, she is red." One of Lilly's bitch laughed.

"What will you do? You don't have anyone to defend you, except your damn cross chain." She shook her head pitifully at me.

I had had enough of their shit, I slammed my locker shut and turn around brutal delivering a stinging slap on Lilly's face. The hall was filled with silence as everyone gasp.

"You. Do. Not. Know. What. This. Chain. Represent! You all might see it as just a chain but it is much more than that! Tell you what Lilly! I hate your surgical face! Makes me sick! I hate everything about you and your fucking dogs! Seriously you girls has got nothing to do than to lick Lilly's feet and bitch around?!"

"I understand how hopeless of a virgin you are!" She spat.

I stood some steps forward and stood face to face with her, "I can easily become like you if I wanna but you can never be like me, you can never have what I have! I've got my dignity! My virginity am not a worn out whore like you! To hell popularity and sex! I've got better! I love the way I dress, I ain't gonna change that for bullshit! I bet Steve would be tired of you in nor less than three months! Cause you're a worthless spoilt bitch! You all!" I roared. The hall erupted with murmurs.

She tries to hit me and I intercepted her slap. "Don't you touch me with your filthy hands bitch." I pushed her and walked away with proud.

"finally someone has shut that bitch up." I heard a girl whisper.

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Through out the school hours I was smiling to myself, it feels so good to have a dignity, however I held the note close and wonder who on earth wrote it.

I turned the note, verify it and yet I did not identity the handwriting till I saw him, Elie! I've read his notes and I knew his writing so damn well, they corresponded! It was him who wrote it! but why?

I ran after him he was a good walker so I could not catch up till we were in the park.

"Hey!" I panted as I bent over, catching up with my breaths.

He stop to stare at me.

"I want us to talk." I said once my breath was back to normal. He sat on the bench ignoring me.

"You wrote this didn't you." I hold the note out, his eyes moved as though they were heavy, very heavy.

"So?"

I smiled and sat on the other side of the bench, one thing I've noticed is he doesn't want me too closer. Maybe he is gay.

"Why did you do it?"

"You shouldn't let her trample you, she's got nothing," he said monotonously as usual.

"What about me? What do I have that she doesn't have?"

He shut his eyes for a second and open them, then he stares at my face, looking deep in my soul.

"You've got Him." His voice was barely above a whisper.

"What?" I muttered. He got up brutally when his phone started buzzing.

"About the note, a guy wanted me to write it for you, he was in the military, he was huge with a low cut and a huge scar on his neck." He wasn't looking at me just staring at the space.

I froze, mouth wide open, "how did you know him? He's my father, he died when I was ten!"

He nodded, "I know."

"Where did you see him?!"

"He came to me, if you wanna see him I can help you, we just need candles and a dash board." He turned and starts leaving.

I look down at my feet to think,

"I-i" when I look up he was gone no where to be seen.

This might be insane, but I need to see my father, at least one last time. Communicating with spirits can be dangerous but I gotta do it!