by Joanne Boyd
Mrs. Fern was bound to notice at any second. I didn’t have time for this, I had enough going on.
“I’m sorry but I can really only deal with one spirit at a time.”
The boy squinted at my ghostly companion. I had learned from a ghost I met called Annie that sometimes it’s hard for ghosts to see one another if they weren’t psychic when they were alive. He had to focus to even be able to see her but once he did...
“Well, what if I help you get rid of her, then will you help me?”
I perked up and the Tutu Fiend cackled.
“Like this kid can do anything to me, he can barely even see me. He knows nothing about spirits.”
“Actually,” the boy said, still squinting at her, “I know your name.”
The Tutu Fiend’s eyes got wide as I smiled.
“How?!” she demanded.
“I recognise you from church,” he said, and turned his attention back to me.
“Her name is Lana Black. She went to St. Peters church every Sunday, her parents still do. I’ll meet you there this weekend and point them out to you. Then will you help me?”
“Ella!”
Great, my teacher had spotted me.
“Just a second,” I called back, but she was already on her way out.
Having Lana’s name might seem like no big deal but it was at least something to go on. I had been calling her Tutu Fiend ever since I met her and she refused to tell me her real name, when I offered to speak to her family for her. She wasn’t interested. But now that I at least had something, I might be able to figure out a way to help her, whether she wanted me to or not.
Lana, as I now knew her, predictably got mad. It started getting windy and some branches flew off a nearby tree which scared me greatly, but didn’t surprise me in the slightest. She was beginning to learn some poltergeist moves, as in how to move physical objects in our world, which is something that happens with angry ghosts once they get stuck here too long. It meant I had to try to get rid of her fast before she became dangerous to everyone else too.
“What’s your name?” I asked the ghost boy.
“I’m Michael Rickets,” he said.
“Well, Michael, you’ve got yourself a deal. I gotta go. Meet you at St. Peters on Sunday, an hour before the service so we can talk before everyone else gets there.”
I turned back to run to class only to see my teacher was right behind me and had already worked out what was going on. Or at least, what she thought was going on.
She thought I was nuts.
I didn’t blame her.
“Ella, who are you talking to?”
Her voice was purposefully gentle and soothing and it absolutely infuriated me.
“I was on the phone,” I said, and tried to walk past her.
She stopped me and looked at my hand.
“You aren’t holding your phone, Ella.”
“Sorry, I was just on my way back.”
She stepped in front of me.
“Maybe you should head up to sick bay, I’ll walk you.”
The teacher was officially ditching her own class to walk me to the office in front of everyone. Just what I needed. I sighed and started walking, noting that everyone from my class and some of the other classes were now staring. I had just ruined my reputation at this school. It wasn’t the first time and it probably wouldn’t be the last.
As I sat in sick bay waiting, I was actually feeling optimistic because of Michael. I managed to fall asleep in there for a few minutes but as usual, I woke up to screaming. I jumped and was about to go off at the nasty cackling girl beside me but before I could, Gran walked in to collect me. I heard her saying,
“No, no, it’s just low blood sugar. No, I assure you, Ella’s fine. I’ll take her home, she just needs a Mars Bar.”
Once we got out to the bus stop, she leant over to me and said,
“Tutu Fiend bothering you?”
I smiled.
“Not for much longer.”
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Acknowledgements
First I would like to thank you, reader, for purchasing this story. I hope you liked it! Feel free to leave me a review.
Casey; thank you for assuring me that this book is not horrible every time I freak out on you and for your suggestions that made it better. And for putting up with my yapping. I love you!
Next, I would like to mention my Mum again because she really did proof-read this book many times. Thanks Mum.
I would like to not thank my Chihuahua Hercules, for demanding to sit on my lap while I am trying to work. You make my legs hot.
About the author
Joanne Boyd spends most of her time reading books or watching TV shows and calling it research. Sometimes she actually does some writing of her own; for example, this book, and some other books.
Also by Joanne Boyd:
High School Demon Hunters:
When You Wish Upon a Demon
The Deadful Life of Ella:
The NecroDancer
The PolterHeist
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