Mary Hellick

||Turn of the Page|| Solo and starter for @ShrewdShadows (Inspirational song: youtube.com/watch?v=Voybf9NI…) (cont) tl.gd/n_1sqahdm

~sleeping or I will talk to Gran.” This was so not fair.

~ Greeeeeat. I had to hope that someone wanted to wax lyrics about bad hygiene before I could break free. That meant I had at least a half an hour of mind numbness. Ugh. Maybe I could take a nap. As if Rachel could read my mind, she chipped, “And don’t you dare think about~

~wasn’t going to take the chance that she would get a wild hair up her butt and break with tradition. So, it seems I was going to the poetry slam. Fun times. Taryn was standing at the door looking at us, “Don’t worry. If they start a poem about armpits, we’ll leave.”~

~talk about how I needed to get out more and experience life. After that my eyes would glaze over as she started quoting hallmark card’s sayings. If she thought it was really bad, she would threaten me with a visit from Aunt Bea. The woman might refuse to leave Alabama, but I~

~think that friendship warranted poetry slams. As she tugged on my arm to drag me out, “You’re going. You’re going to have fun. You’re going to be social, damn it! Don’t make me call Gran on you.” I stopped protesting after that. If Rachel called Gran, I would get a big long~

~about a study in contradictions. Most people wondered how we could be such good friends for so long. It came down to once simple fact. Rachel had the glorious gift of not giving a flying fuck. Even told my bullies in third. Been the best of friends ever since. Still, I didn’t~

~existential crisis about his Xbox in iambic pentameter? I don’t fit in there. I’m just going to nap. You don’t need that.” It was true that Rachel was different from me. Where I looked like the typical goth girl, she was the perfect example of the golden flower child. Talk~

~in here. We know you. You don’t take this long. So, suck it up. You’re going.” I couldn’t help but scrunch my face up, “I’m not exactly one of the poetry slams. We all know this. So, why am I being dragged to this torture of listening to some skinny guy sharing his~

~the door. Seems my time was up. Capping the tube, I put it in the pocket of my denim jacket. Never know when you need to refresh. Opening the door, I saw Rachel glaring at him, “I wasn’t in that long.” Rachel raised a brow, “Taryn started to ask if you decided to camp out~

~that it wasn’t fair to either of us. As in it wasn’t fair to him. Let’s face it. I was lucky to have found one boyfriend that that was awesome Shadowmen magnet and all. I wasn’t holding my breath on it happening again. As I touch up my dark red lipstick, there was a pounding on~

~that, but both Rachel and Taryn were amused with watching me play fetch with a floating red ball. The only thing that didn’t transition well, was Kyle. He went to a different school. We thought about doing the long distance thing, but in the end we had both decided decided~

~asked. A stuffed Scott Terrier on the other hand, will raise more than a few brows. Gran insisted that I had to take Chowder with me. (His owner Mrs. Polk gave him to us when her new dog didn’t get along with him. Don’t ask.) Saying that I was his favorite. I didn’t know about~

~that she wanted to make sure that I has at least one decent meal. (I still think she hadn’t forgiven him for trying to court her when we first brought him home.) Now, a spatula is easy to explain. Just tell someone that you needed it for a cooking class later. That’s if they~

~creeping around. Hard pass on that. So, the only ghosts I really had to deal with was Harvey that use to own a diner in my hometown. (It’s now an Italian restaurant. Something he still hasn’t gotten over.) I wasn’t really thrilled when Gran gave me his anchor, but she insisted~

~tell her that. The only upside was the fact that Rachel and her girlfriend Taryn came with me. Since Rachel’s dad was a big deal lawyer, we were able to live off campus because of him. I really didn’t need the experience of a dorm room with heaven knows what kind of ghost~

~how that happened. Never been outside the state of Virginia except for that one time. That ended up with us having to deal with a psychopathic ghost. Not exactly something I wanted to repeat. Gran said it was an adventure. I thought it was a bunch of crap, but I knew I couldn’t~

~pushed me to go to an actual college. I was fine with community college or trade school. Just as long as I could get a job. Gran had other ideas and my best friend Rachel was right behind supporting her argument. So, I ended up in NYU on a few scholarships. Still didn’t know~

~is that I’m kind of out of the loop with the dead. That can piss them off….a lot. As in soooooo much. Milton the Elevator ghost was the first to remind me how rude it was to ignore people. Even the dead seem to be sticklers for manners. Can’t get a break it seems. Everyone~

~things. I thought things would get better when Aunt Bea taught me how to turn off my ghost ears. Not really. I got less headaches and I didn’t have to worry about a box of haunted thimbles having a round robin of Row, Row, Your Boat giving me a migraine. The downside to this~