The Best Days of Our Lives

~Megan's POV~

I waved to Erika in the mirror. "Yep… I am. It's pretty complicated."

Sierra repeated the message to her. "You can't hear Megan, most people can't, so I'll repeat everything she says to you."

Erika nodded, taking in James's figure beside me. "How did you find James… are you guys… a thing?"

"It's hard to explain," I told her… well, Sierra told her. "We just crossed paths, and we've been together ever since. And yes," I blushed. "We are a thing."

"That's great you found someone, Meg." Erika said earnestly. "So… what needs to be done here… to crossover?"

"That's what we're trying to find out." Sierra told her. "We're not exactly sure, we've discussed things with Megan and James's closest friends, and siblings… nothing's happened."

"So you think maybe Misty and I are going to be able to help?"

'We're hoping," Sierra said, her voice sounding unsure. "Do you know where Misty is at right now?"

Erika's face twisted up in thought, searching through her brain to remember her friend's schedule.

"I think she has American History with Mr. Dionardi. Do you want me to go get her? He might not listen to me though…" Erika said, uneasily. "I am kind of considered a troublemaker in his eyes."

"You can wait outside while I go get her." Sierra told her. "No one can resist the 'psychologist' when she says a student has an appointment." Sierra laughed and opened the door for her and Erika. "Lead the way,"

~Sierra's POV~

"And here we are, Mr. Dionardi's room." Erika looked around the hallway awkwardly. "I think I'm going to wait over there… waaaay over there in that other hallway."

I shook my head, silently laughing, and knocked on the classroom door.

"Yes?" A tall man, with a balding head and round glasses, opened the door and peered down on me.

I could understand why Erika didn't care much for him. He just had this look about him, and from the way he was looking at me, it seemed like he was staring into your soul.

I shuddered inwardly but maintained my posture, not letting him intimidate me. "Hello, I'm looking for Misty Vivaldi. I'm Sierra Vegas, the school called me in as a grief counselor to help the students deal with the deaths of Megan Mandel and James Diamond." I told him. "I just wanted to speak with Misty."

Mr. Dionardi nodded curtly and turned back to the classroom. "Misty? Can you come here for a moment? Someone would like to talk to you."

A tiny petite blonde girl appeared in the doorway. "Yes?" She asked me.

"Hello, Misty. I'm Sierra Vegas. The school hired me as a grief counselor, would you mind coming to my office and talk to me for a couple minutes?"

Pain flashed across Misty's face, but she quickly hid it with a perky smile. "Sure thing!"

"Your office is in the art room?" Misty put her hands on her hips. "Why am I really here? Are you even a grief counselor?"

"You could say I do help out with grieving people… but I'm not exactly a registered grief counselor. What I'm going to tell you is defiantly going to take some time to wrap your mind around. You might not believe it, but I'd appreciate it if you would just listen to me throughout."

"Yes, please listen to her, Misty." Erika's voice sounded from inside the art room.

Misty seemed to ease up some, probably because Erika was there. "Okay…" She said hesitantly. "Go ahead and say what you want to say I guess…"

"Thank you," I smiled at her. "You see, I have this… gift. Well, maybe gift isn't the correct word to use all the time… anyhow! This gift deals with me and ghosts."

"Ghosts?" Misty gave me a look that told me she thought I was crazy.

"Yes, ghosts, not the kind of ghosts you hear of that haunt people and spook them. These ghosts are stuck here, trying to crossover."

"And why are you telling me this?"

"Because you know two of these kinds of ghosts. And they need your help crossing over."

Hello! Do you all remember me? I feel like such a horrible jerky person. :/

Well, this is a sorry excuse for a chapter that has been in process for at least a month.

I will try and work harder to get some stuff up… but it's me, and there are no promises.

School keeps me busy, and truthfully, I want to have some fun and not worry about writing all the time. :3 But I will try and update as much as I can!

Hope you guys liked the chapter!