My Angel Of Peace

Moving to a new town is always tough. I hate moving around but my mom and her stupid job keep us moving a lot. She thinks that is why I started acting out in school but it's not. I act out because I hate people and I rather be alone. My little sister Jamie was too young to understand how awful this was to constantly be the new kid and to have to make new friends. Especially, in high school where everyone is so stuck up and annoying. I'm a junior and it's October so a whole month has passed since school started. I don't think it really matters anyway, I don't want any friends. "Ethan," I heard my mom calling me so I headed back to the car. "Did you get any snacks for your sister?" "Yeah," I handed Jamie her snacks and she said thank you and her sweet tiny voice. Jamie was four and more excited than anyone right now. I know my mom was tired of driving but she refuses to let me drive. I'm sixteen so I have my license. I had been practicing but she out of nowhere stopped letting me drive the car. Maybe, it wasn't out of nowhere. I got caught drinking and driving a few times but it wasn't a big deal. No one got hurt and I got home safe. "We will be there in thirty minutes or so," my mother said as she began driving again. "Are you excited?" I didn't answer her. I pretended I didn't hear her. I had my headphones in my ear. The minute we pulled up to the house I was impressed. It was a two-story house with an attic and a wrap-around porch. You could tell the backyard was big. My mom parked in the driveway and I helped her unload our boxes. We didn't have much but the moving truck was running an hour behind. They usually get here before us. My mom actually used to come a week before and set everything up but this move was a bit unexpected for everyone. "Okay, go set up your room until the movers get here," I sighed and headed upstairs with my boxes. I knew the master bedroom was my mom's so I looked at the room next to hers and it was kind of small so I kept walking to the room all the way at the back of the hallway. It had a window facing the backyard. It was more spacious than the second room so I set my stuff down. "I guess this is my new room," I sighed. "It could be worse," I heard a voice say but I didn't see anyone. "What the hell," I looked around in a panic. "Um hello." "Hello," the voice said. "Dude, what the f**k," I looked around but I knew I was alone. Then I noticed the closet door. It was closed so I braced myself for an intruder to be inside. I opened the door slowly and ready to fight. "What the-," no one was in there. "Holy s**t, I am losing my mind." I heard some giggling and hit my back on the closet door. "I really didn't mean to scare him," I heard the soft delicate voice say. I noticed a nook in the closet above my head. "What the hell," I said angrily. "Um hi," she said. "You can see me." "No s**t," I snapped. "What are you doing in there. Are you homeless?" "No, I live here, well I did," she said. "It's complicated but oh my gosh, you can see me." "What are you talking ab-," I heard someone coming towards my door. "Mom." "Honey, how do you like your room," the girl hiding in the closet had come out to look at my mother. "She is so pretty," she said. My mother didn't notice her which wasn't strange because the girl was circling my mother looking her up and down. "Hey," I said loudly. "Yeah," my mother answered. "Huh, she can't see me," the girl said. "Honey?" I looked at the girl and then back at my mother. "Nothing, I am kind of hungry," I told my mother. "Okay, I'll order pizza," my mother said. "Oh, I love pizza, especially from Mario's," the girl said excitedly. I closed the door as soon as my mother walked away. "Look, I don't know who or what you are but you need to leave," I told her harshly. "Me, I was here first," she said. I thought the way her eyes gleamed was kind of cute. "Who are you," I said. "Oh, I didn't even introduce myself," she rambled. "I usually don't have to because you know, people can't see me. My name is Camila." "Oh," I thought her name was pretty too. "So, um-." "I'm dead and now I am a ghost," she said so cheerily. "I got over the shock but I know you will freak out so go ahead." "Um, yeah," I turned to my boxes and started to unpack. "That's it," she said. "Well, I have a ghost girl living in my new room. Well, I guess your old room so yeah," I said unsure of what else to add. "So, we are roommates now," she smiled. "Wait, hold up," I told her. "What, I told you I was here first," she stomped her foot. "Fine, whatever," I said. "You're taking this very well," she grinned. "Well, if I go screaming to my mom that I saw a ghost, she will just think I am high so," I explained. "Get high a lot, do you?" Camila questioned. "No, I mean I used to," I admitted. "Well, none of that now, I won't have it," she joked. "Right, okay," I replied. Camila stayed by my side as I unpacked some of my things. She was smiling. She had a cute smile. Her hair was white and so was her skin. There was no way that was her natural tone. I wondered if that's what we look like when we die. Her skin was almost iridescent. Her lips looked just as pale, I noticed I spent a long time staring at them so I looked away. They were full and plumped. She had long eyelashes that just made her eyes even more captivating. She had light blue eyes. I guess I can be lucky that my ghost is pretty. I was startled when she begin to speak. I hope she didn't notice me checking her out. "Want me to show you around?" Camila asked me.