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Just One of Those Days

Chapter One: The Start of it All

Have you ever woken up one morning and just felt that today would be a crappy day? Like, you wake up, and you just feel like crap. No question about it.

And when you wake up and feel crappy, meaning you start off your morning crappy, that probably means the entire day will be crappy.

You can hope it'll get better, and sometimes it does, but usually, it just sucks.

Now, enough ranting about crappy mornings and days, why don't I tell you a little tale, about how one of the craziest adventures of my life, all began, with one hell of a crappy day.

Hot.

I felt hot. And sweaty. Yet super cold at the same time.

Grudgingly, I opened my eyes and glared at the strips of heat glaring through the thin curtains covering my window.

Sitting up I yawned, running a hand through my messy bright ginger hair and sighed. Scrunching up; my face as I stretched my arms upwards and gave a small purr of satisfaction when I felt my muscles relax.

Though I still could not shake off this cold feeling, eh, maybe I'm coming down with something, that would explain feeling like crap.

I slowly made my ways down the stairs of my house, a simple two-story building, no biggie, pretty normal.

I had above shoulder length ginger hair(currently bed head messy) that was usually pretty messy, and red eyes. Light tan skin, 5'3, and still growing! So don't judge me yet! I'm not short!

I walked past the mirror in the hallway and then blinked, getting one of those feelings when you feel like you should go back and look but you don't want to. So with a shrug, I continued my way to the kitchen.

I felt really weird; I'm not exactly sure how to explain it. I guess it's like feeling...slippery? Like you're not attached to solid ground or something, no gravity.

Looking through the fridge- which was pretty much empty- I sighed, and stepped out of the house.

I looked up, the sky was clear, the sun was shining, people were already up and bustling down the streets, a perfect day.

To bad I just had to go and wake up all crappy this morning, jeez, how depressing can a person sound?

With a snort, I was walking down the street of the road, and looked into the reflection of a shop window and blinked, back tracking a step and staring.

There was nothing there.

I saw the clothes, but where you would usually see your own reflection, there was nothing there.

Eh, probably one of those tinted windows, no biggie.

Though whatever I told myself, I couldn't shake off this creeping chill; it sort of reminded me of-

"Hey! Watch it pal!" I grunted, glaring up at the guy that just bumped into me and I glared at the back of his head as he continued to walk on, not even sparing me a glance.

Rude much!

It's like I'm not even here!

I brushed myself off and walked into the store; I browsed a few isles and then reached for a cereal box when it happened.

I stared, unable to believe what just happened. I was just shopping for food, people do that everyday, so why on earth, did this have to happen to me?

My hand, had just gone through the cereal box.

I mean, right through, no rips, tears, spills, it was just passing right through and my jaw dropped.

What.

The.

Hell.

I screamed bloody murder and back up, expecting to bump into the isle behind me and knock something over, but the next thing I knew, I was on the floor. I had gone right through it as well.

Getting to my feet, I looked around the store for somebody. Maybe I was hallucinating, lack of sleep, to much coffee; I was up all night now wasn't I.

...wasn't I?

I blinked in realization and I felt my breath coming in short gasps. I couldn't remember. What did I do last night? What happened?

Stop. I told myself, you're over reacting; you're just freaking out, go talk to somebody and calm down, everything's all right. Repeating those exact words in my head like a mantra, I approached a girl working at the counter of the store reading a magazine; she looked young, straight brown hair and a bored expression on her face.

"Hey, do you think you can help me with something?" I asked, walking straight up to her.

Nothing.

My mantra was slowly fading and I waved my arms in front of her face, heck I eve smacked her.

Absolutely nothing, no reaction, no sign that she heard me or felt anything.

Okay, now, I think I can freak out.

The girl at the counter only shivered and I backed away, and than ran out of the store.

This was not happening, this was not happening.

What was happening?

I ran a list through my head, thinking of the people I could go to- my dad! Yeah, I could go to him, he'd help me out, tell me I was imagining things, he always did, he was always there for me.

I made a mad dash to my dad's house, ignoring the silent chills that went up my spine as I tried to avoid people, but ended going straight through them anyway.

I ran through his door, no use in opening it up now right? And I felt relief wash over me as I saw him sitting on his couch, staring up at a man talking to him.

I blinked and scowled.

Blue coats, military, and I walked over to my dad and glared at the alchemists.

"Hey daddy, what are these guys doing here?"

Nothing.

No.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

This was not happening.

"Daddy? Daddy~ Dad-dy! Daddy! Come on dude, answer me! Stop ignoring me! Hey! Fatass! I'm right here!" I cried out, waving my hands in his face, and smacking him around.

Once again, nothing.

"I'm sorry sir, but, we have to assume the worst, she's gone." The black haired military man said, and the blonde one next to him gave my father a sympathetic look before returning to her stoic expression.

"But, I mean, how? She was always so careful, I mean, there's just no way..." My father trailed off and I blinked in realization.

"DAD! DADDY! It's me! I'm right here! Don't listen to these dogs, I'm right here! I'm. Right. Here!" I shouted feeling my eyes grow wet.

Why couldn't he see me? I was right here! Why couldn't he hear me! What the heck was going on?

"We were unable to recover her body, but we'll do everything in our power to make sure she's found so you can decide what kind of burial you wish to give her." The black haired guy stated swiftly, and giving a final pat to my dad's back, left.

I stood there, unable to comprehend what was going on. The said something about a body, most likely my body, but how? I remember-

I paused mid-thought. No, I didn't remember, that was the problem, I mean, I remember everything else, but why not last night? What the heck was going on? I mean, if they couldn't find my body, but I was right here...

Oh shit.

Please, please, please, please, please tell me that what's going on is not one of those whack job, half assed stories where the main character finds out she's a ghost, and she has to find her body with the help of some random dude.

No way, this can not be happening, my life was not some cliché story plot! Nuh uh! No way!

But as stood there, trying to deny it, I watched as my father got up and left, not even noticing I was there.

Well, this sucks.

I didn't even bother looking up s I walked down the streets. I had no need to worry about bumping into people since they went right through me, and I had already spent hours at my dad's, trying to get him to realize that I was right here!

You know, if my life's going to be some cliché story, the least they could have done was make my job a little easier, I mean, I had no clues, I didn't know where to start, and I had yet to find someone that could notice me.

Pfft, what are the chances of that? I mean, it's not like I'm going to just bump into them and-

"Ow! Hey, watch where you're going next time dude." I grunted, standing up and staring at the guy in front of me.

"Oh! My bad- hey! I don't think ginger hair is common around here, are you from around here?"

"Well no duh, of course I am...jeez." I cursed, eyeing this weirdo.

He had sorta spiky black hair pulled back into a ponytail with a yellow jacket and no shirt, with white pants and a sword at his side. But what I noticed most of all was...

"Woah, dude, you have some seriously shifty looking eyes there..." I blurted out, staring at his eyes, well, whatever I could see of his eyes in pure, undisguised shock, not even trying to be nice about it.

"I'm not sure whether or not to take that as a compliment." The guy replied, raising an eyebrow at me before smiling.

"I'm Ling! What's your name?" He held out his hand and suddenly realization hit me like a ton of bricks, and let me tell you, that hurts, I've been hit by some before, it's not something you want to try at home.

"Wait, you can see me!" I asked mouth agape and he looked confused.

"Well yeah, that's rather offensive you know, just because my eyes are kind of squinty doesn't mean-"

"No! Not that you idiot! I mean, you can see me right? I'm not invisible, you can see me hear me?"

"Yes I can, is there any-"

"YES! I'M NOT INVISIBLE! FREAK YES! MAYBE THIS IS EASIER THAN I THOUGHT! WOOHOO!" I cheered, fist pumping and then I paused, and turned around eyeing the other boy warily.

"How the heck can you see me?"

"What are you talking about? You're there as clear as day. I mean, did you hit your head or something?" He asked, suddenly getting into my personal space and I twitched.

"Woah, take a few steps back dude. I'm not crazy if that's what you're getting at, I'm a ghost."

...

...

"..."

"...what? Hey, Ling? Why are you looking at me like that-"

"Does that mean you can't die?" He blurted out, once again invading my personal space.

Man! Does this dude have any respect for the bubble? You do not invade a person's bubble!

"I don't know? I mean, from what I heard ghosts just kind of hang around until they can move on or something so...yes?"

"So that means your immortal right?"

"Uh...I guess?"

"How! How did you become a ghost? What's it like? Does it hurt? Does it feel weird? Can you eat? Can you-"

"Dude! Take a second and shut up will ya? You're hurting my brain here."

"But aren't ghosts dead?"

...

"Hey! I didn't mean it like that! You don't have to go sulk in some dark corner!"

"I'm not sulking dammit!"

"Well are you dead? Because, I still kind of need to be alive to be immortal..."

"I don't know." I said slowly, becoming a bit glazed over.

"Well no need to be depressed about it!"

"I'm not depressed dammit!"

"You like to deny things a lot now don't you?"

"I'm not denying anything! It's the freaking truth!"

"Jeez, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed today." He pursed his lips childishly and I face palmed.

Of all the people in the world. The entire freaking world. I get stuck with this idiot.

"So who are you exactly anyways?" I questioned, walking besides him as he made his way to gosh knows where.

"Ling Yao! Twelfth crown prince to Xing! I'm looking for a way to become immortal so I can be the next emperor!" Ling said simply and I stared at the boy with a deadpan.

"Do you blurt out everything about yourself to total strangers?"

"But you're not a stranger! In fact, I've decided that you'll help me out with my search for immortality!"

"Hell no."

"But I'm the only one that can see you right? So why not stick with me and help me out?" Ling pleaded.

"Hell no." I said, glaring at the boy.

"Please! Please! Please! Please! Please! Please! Please!" He pleaded once more, clinging to my waist and I looked around, noticing people giving him odd stares as to why he was hugging what appeared to them to be air.

"Dammit, Ling let go! People are starting to get suspicious!"

"I don't care! I'm not going to let go until you say yes!"

"Why the hell does it have to be me? You said it yourself, you can't be immortal if you're dead and no one can see you!"

"But I don't know if you're dead! And you're another opportunity to immortality that I cannot pass up you know!"

"Let go of me!"

"No! Not until you agree to help me!"

"No! Stop being so damn persistent!"

"Make me!"

I dug into his arms and squirmed my way out of his grip before sprinting off. Screw this! I don't care if he can see me, I'll find someone else! And hopefully someone not crazy!

I turned a corner; I was probably a little while away from him by now when I started to feel sick. I felt myself go wobbly and then there was a flash of light.

My eyes widened as I found myself now only several feet from Ling instead of my earlier length, what the heck? I looked around, trying to figure out what had brought me back when something caught my eye.

My red eyes locked on the key charm dangling out of one of Ling's pockets and I felt my brows furrow. That was mine, how the heck did he get it?

I 'ack'ed as suddenly he launched himself at me and tackled me to the ground. I cursed and shoved my fist at him and tried to push him away but he clung once more to my waist.

"Please! Please, please, please, please, please, please, please-"

"No! How many times do I have to say it?"

"Is the only word you know is 'no'?"

"No! I mean, gosh dang it, get off me!"

"Why won't you help me?"

"Because you're a weirdo, and you just freaking tackled me to the ground!"

"Hey! You can't call the future emperor of this country a weirdo!"

"I can do whatever the hell I want you damn weirdo!"

"You curse a lot you know that?"

"Screw you!"

"No thank you."

"Get off of me already!" I glared at him, and desperately tried to shove him off.

"Come on! If you help me, I'll help you! Ghosts need closure right? I'll help you find it!"

I paused mid-shove and looked down at him suspiciously, "Keep talking..."

"Well, its common sense that ghosts are here for unfinished business right?"

"...Not bad weirdo prince, I'll tell you what, I'll make a deal with you." I said slowly but then felt a tick mark appear on my head, "But you need to get off of me first!"

"Do you promise not to run away?"

"Yes! Now get off of me!"

Eyeing me carefully, Ling scooted back a bit and I sighed in relief stretching out my arms and glaring gat him.

"You have one hell of a grip you know that?"

"Yeah, yeah, not what about this deal?" Ling pestered, leaning forward anxiously and I shushed him, looking round t the people giving him odd looks.

"Let's go somewhere where there's not too many people, we don't need people thinking you're weirder than you already are."

"Hey!"

I looked around the park before settling down on one of the benches. I used to come to this place a lot when I was a kid, no one really ever came here so it was the perfect place to talk without anyone thinking he was crazy or some crack like that.

I turned around to face him but instead got a face full chest. With a yelp, I scooted backwards and glared at the Xing boy.

"Anyone ever taught you about personal space?"

"The deal?" He continued, and I sighed.

"Impatient now aren't we?"

"I'll have all the time in the world once I become immortal."

"Some whack job dream you're going after you know that?"

"So I've been told."

"Alright, so you said you're looking for a way to become immortal right?"

Ling nodded eagerly.

"And as you can see, I've got a bit of a problem myself, with the whole ghost/people not being able to see me thing, and I need to find my body so I can move on. Though that's just a hunch, but I have a pretty good feeling if I find my body, than I can well, 'move on' I guess. So I'll tell you what. You help me find my body and let me go, and I'll help you in your search for immortality."

Ling seemed to ponder this idea for a moment, and when something flashed in his eyes, I wondered whether or not this guy was an actual idiot, or maybe he was something else...

"Man! I'm starving!" Ling suddenly exclaimed clutching his belly and my eye twitched.

No, he was definitely an idiot.

"Hey, what's your name by the way?" Ling questioned and I sighed.

"That's not important at the moment-"

"Well of course it is! What am I supposed to call you? Oh! Are you the kind of person that like's nicknames or something?"

"No, I'm not-"

"Then I'll call you Ginger! No, to obvious, hmmm, oh! How about Bell? No! Ghosty, yeah, I like that! You'll be Ghosty-"

I smacked him upside the head and glared a tick mark pulsing. "I'm not a freaking dog you idiot!"

"Well that was rather mean..."

I face palmed once more- that can't be good for me- and then looked up at him.

"So, what do you say?" I asked, slightly anxious. If he turned down the offer, I wasn't sure how I'd be able to find my body.

"Deal." Ling grinned and I held back releasing a sigh of relief.

Ling held out his hand to shake and as I reached out my own, once more I saw something flash in his eyes before disappearing. Whatever it was that flashed in his eyes made me halt for a second, and in that second, something screamed at me that if I took this up, I would be putting myself through a butt load of trouble.

Eh, how bad could it be?

I shook his hand and then yelped as he suddenly yanked me forward and took off at speed I thought were highly impossible- and I was a freaking ghost people.

"Now let's go find some food!" Ling shouting moving even faster and I paled.

What on earth had I gotten myself into?

And scene! XD I'm a tad bit worried Ling may have been a bit out of character, I still have yet to finish the series, but he's so fun to write, I was grinning and laughing to myself while writing this. I hope this story is to your guys' liking and that you'll do me all a gigantic favor and leave a review! REVIEW AND I SHALL BESTOW UPON YOU LING PLUSHIES!

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