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§Izzy§

"I'm sorry, but you know as well as I do that this just isn't normal, and that the best Dr. do live in Forks." My mom, Renee, told me at the airport. I sighted and rolled my eyes. Of course I knew talking to yourself wasn't normal, everyone knew that. My mom thought that I had schizophrenia. But I knew what it really was.

Everyone thinks its cute when your kid gets an imaginary friend to play with. They expect you to grow out of it. At the age of seven I found out that it wasn't normal to talk to yourself, but the damage was done. Everyone in school thought that I was a freak and didn't want to be my friend. I was the little brown haired girl who talked to herself. When in reality, I did talk to someone. The only problem was, they were dead. I found that out pretty quickly too.

They always told me how they died and I told them what I thought about it or I helped the best that I could. They always disappeared when I was done helping them, and they never came back. There was just this one…Ghost, I guess you could call it, that never left. He could be a bit annoying at times, but he was good company. He was the first ghost I ever met too, and my best friend.

"Yeah, but that's just it, mom. I am normal, I'm perfectly fine. I don't need to go too some silly doctor and check my head." I said, huffing. It just wasn't fair. Renee had caught me talking to Jamie, my ghost best friend, about school. She had heard a good part in our conversation and Jamie was the one to tell me that she stood in the doorway.

"Isabella, the only thing that I am concerned about is you living alone. But you are a responsible young woman and I know that you won't do anything stupid. I just hope that you won't get lonely." She said. I glared at her and crossed my arms.

"I'm sure I won't get lonely, Renee, I have all the company in the world." I grabbed my backpack and walked through security so she couldn't follow. I was really hurt about what she was doing. Just because I could talk to the dead didn't mean that I was loopy or constantly lived in La-La land. I think she got scared, and that was why she was sending me away. Not scared for me, but scared of me. She didn't want to be alone with me after she found out that I 'thought' I could speak to the dead.

Why else would she send a seventeen year old girl, who she thought was mentally unstable, to live alone in the small town of Forks Washington? It just didn't make sense. She had even bought me my own little house.

And when she was speaking about the best Doctor, she was talking about the cheapest doctor. She was rich as hell, but spending money was not her thing.

"Why so angry?" Jamie asked me as he walked along side me. The airport was crowded but that didn't stop him from walking with me. No, he walked straight through people. This had scared me before, but I had seen it so many times now that I didn't really care anymore.

"You know damn well why I'm angry." I said to him throug clenched teeth. He grinned his annoying grin at me, which only made me more pissed of. He thought that us moving was great, because then we could talk to one another all we wanted, without thinking about getting caught.

"Its not that bad, you never really did like you mum that much anyway." He told me with a pointed look. I sighted annoyed that he was right. I hated my mother with a passion and he knew that.

"I guess your right." I said, sighting.

"And look at the bright side, there are probably a lot of ghost's in Forks that would need help getting to that place everyone is talking about." He said, frowning slightly, making me grin. Jamie didn't want to go over to the other side. He had decided that the day he died. He was only 24 years old, and decided that he did not want to die yet. So he refused to go over to the other side, and became my companion instead.

He lived in the house that me and my mom moved into when I was 3. He had found his best friend and girlfriend in a full make out session on the sofa. His friend had panicked and shot him before Jamie could even say a word.

"Yeah, there will be a lot to do in Forks…"I trailed of.

We got on the plain and we were greeted by an old and annoying woman sitting in the seat next to us. I tried to smile at her but I couldn't quit make myself do it, I just had a feeling about her that I didn't like.

"Izzy, be nice. She'll be dead in less then a month, and then we'll probably have to help her." Jamie grinned. So that was why I didn't like her, she was marked with death. I put my I-pod in and plaid one of my favorite songs from Korn- Love and Luxury. The old lady didn't bug me more and Jamie went around the plain doing god knows what.

We landed in Port Angeles and I was greeted by a guy with blond hair and blue eyes, standing there with a sign saying 'Isabella Swan'. I walked over to him and smiled slightly.

"Hi, I'm Mike Newton, my dad was suppose to pick you up, but one of his clients tried to eat one of the nurses so he got tied up at work. Are you ready to go? I know where you live and everything so I'll drive you there." He said all of this in one breath and I had to stifle a laugh.

"I don't like this guy, Izzy. He has this obsessive vibe about him, don't be his friend, okay?" I glanced over at Jamie and then back over to Mike.

"Yeah." Mike beamed at me and grabbed my bags. I had answered the both of them. I never questioned Jamie when he asked me not to be friends with anyone, because he was always right about them. I guess you could call Jamie my Guardian Ghost, something he liked to call himself.

Mike talked about anything and everything with me on our way to my house. But when he stopped the car outside my house he turned to me and looked a little uncomfortable.

"Um…Isabella. Can I ask you something?" He asked, his voice not so cheerful anymore. I nodded a little hesitantly. I hadn't bothered to correct him to call me Izzy yet, since we weren't going to be friends.

"My Dad said that I wasn't allowed to ask you this. But you are going to be going to school with me, and your starting tomorrow. I was just wondering…why are you seeing my dad? I mean, just crazy people see my dad and you seem like a normal person." Mike asked with a slightly demanding voice, like he had a right to know what was wrong with me just because we went to school together.

"You shouldn't judge people on first impressions." I told him quietly as I grabbed my bags and walked up to my new house.

"You do know that he thinks you are crazy now, right?" Jamie said amused as I dumped my belongings in the hall and walked into the little kitchen. The house was little, but it was more than enough for me.

"I am crazy, remember?" I said, laughing a little. I walked into the living room and turned the TV on.

"Aren't you going to unpack?" Jamie asked, frowning. I rolled my eyes and switched over to MTV.

"No, I'm not. I don't see why I have to ether, not yet anyway." I got up from the couch and went into the kitchen to get some food.

"But what about tomorrow morning, when you wake up and your stuff is still unpacked and--"

"Alright, alright! I'll unpack you bloody ungrateful little bastard." I grumbled as I closed the refrigerator door and went over to my bags to get them too my room.

It only took me an hour to get everything into my closet and when I was done I was about to starve.

"I'm going to order a pizza, take a shower and go to bed." I announced to what would look like an empty house. Jamie was lying on the sofa, watching TV. He looked up at me and grinned.

"Great, I want to have extra cheese on my side." I rolled my eyes at him, but called the local pizza place and got half the pizza with extra cheese anyway.

"So, are you exited about school tomorrow. There usually is some crazy school ghost there, like there always is." Jamie asked me, still watching TV while I ate some pizza.

"Not really, I mean, I am exited about the ghost's but I'm not exited about the people. I'm not exactly a people person, and I need ketchup." I said, standing up. Jamie walked with me into the kitchen. The whole place had been decorated by Renee herself, and she had filled the house with food before she let me move in.

"Hey, are you saying that I'm not a person?" He asked me, mock glaring that I would think that.

"Oh no, wouldn't dream of it. I mean, all people glow and walk throug things and each other. Of course your not a person!" I laughed at him. He shrugged and hopped on the counter.

"Izzy, you know I love that your so into all this ghost stuff and that you aren't scared of us dead people, but now you have a new chance to maybe get a human friend." He said causally, but I could tell that he was picking his words carefully. I looked up at him with a blank expression.

"No." I said simply. Picking the ketchup up and walking back into the living room. He walked straight threw the couch and sat down on it.

"Come on, it wouldn't be that bad. You should live a little, get drunk and have friends! Don't act like a dead person when your alive."

"I can get drunk on my own, as you have seen before. And would a dead person eat pizza? I think not. So stop bugging me, I don't want any living friends okay? Besides, I have you and that's all I need. And I'll probably be too busy to have any friends. This is a new town, and that means a lot of dead people." I explained to him. He frowned and did not look convinced.

"But you could make time, I could help you explain to the other ghosts. Please, your 17 years old, gorgeous and you haven't even kissed a guy before! I think that is a little pathetic. No offence." I glared at him and turned around.

"Just because you were like that when you were alive doesn't mean that I have to be. Okay, so I am pathetic, but believe it or not, I would rather help dead people than worry about how many guys I have kissed. And I'm not gorgeous, or even pretty. I'm the ugly, pathetic freak show. You know it, I know it, even my mom knows it. So stop pretending that I can just walk into that school and be friends with who ever the hell I want because I cant!" I yelled at him.

I ran up the stairs and into the bathroom. I knew he wouldn't follow me in there. I stripped of my clothes and got into the shower. I didn't cry, I never did. That was just out of the question.

I did feel bad about yelling at Jamie, he was just worried about me. But I didn't want any other friends. I didn't want to hide such a big part about myself, because that would be the case.

"I'm sorry Jamie, I didn't mean to snap at you, but I don't want any friends, okay?" I asked him softly when I was standing in my bedroom. He was sitting on my bed, staring of into space- something he did when we had a fight.

"I'm sorry too, I didn't mean to call you Pathetic. But I do think your gorgeous though, and I wont take that back." he said with a smirk. I smiled softly and laid down in bed. I was happy about us being friends again, even though I still disagreed about me being gorgeous.


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