3 Weirdo

"Damn it, Dominic! I was almost late for school! Why didn't you wake me up?!" He was not even looking at me.

"Didn't you hear your phones alarm?" Obviously, If I were to hear that, I would not be late. I did not have enough time to argue with him so I quickly did my hair and then left home. On the way school, he kept talking. "You are just like an old cat lady." I was not answering. "I think you lost your ability to talk." Well, that was it. I could not hold it anymore.

"Dominic, isn't that enough? Why are you bullying me? Were you waiting for me to wake up so that you could have fun? Sometimes I really do think that you are almost 400 years old or so but also you are no different from a little child. What are you? 13?" He looked shocked for a second there.

"Wow... How did you know my age? You almost got it right!" I finally laughed. And mimicked him.

"Don't tell me you are actually 12." I was made to the school on time. I wanted to get attention much so I was writing on my notebooks to communicate with Dominic and he was just answering. So that others didn't know my little secret and didn't call me a "weirdo" Well... Which is very true actually.

The other thing was... It was almost his Death Day and he wasn't leaving me alone. I wanted to get a present for him but how could I do it with him next to me 24/7?! He was always watching me and when I get irritated of him he was just smirking at me. Then somehow I saw Chris and he smiled at me. That was my chance! Dominic always hated my "boy" friends so If I were to hang out with a boy, Dominic would not come with me. I was proud of myself but the thing is, I had to talk to Chris about this without making it awkward.

1 day before Dominic's Death Day... I woke up very early and he was not in my room, I knew it! I went to my wardrobe and found this little black notebook. I thought that would be a great Death Day color, eh? For me every little memory was important and I wanted to collect them as much as I could. Quickly, I hid it in my bag. When I was wearing my clothes I saw that the door was opening. I shouted and ran to the door to hold it.

"Hey! I am trying to wear my clothes!" Dominic was still pushing the door.

"I am not interested, to be honest." But he was still pushing it. While making him speak I was getting ready.

"You are Mr. Ghost. See? You are still pushing and trying to see my body!" I heard him laughing.

"You think I am trying? Oh, I am sad now. Do you really think that I am trying right now?" But then I went away and he opened the door.

"Eh, I was successful enough to make you wait there." I grabbed my bag. "Let's go, Dominic."

At the break time, I was with my friends and Dominic was not near to be seen. I grabbed the black notebook and started to write. We had 3 pictures for each year. They were all so important for me, but one of them was very important. The thing is that whenever I look at our pictures they did not feel "real." Because the Dominic I know and the Dominic on the pictures were different. In reality, his hair was curly, purple and it was almost at his neck. His eyes were yellow, and they were always shining as if piercing my mind all the time. I can swear that when we met with him for the first time, I remember that his eyes were not shining that much. Well, I was a child so probably I cannot remember well. He had a slender figure. He was pretty long yet kind of thin. I wish he was able to eat, then I could prepare food for him. All of these things were the same except for his eye color and hair color. When he became "human" they were brown. Still, beautiful color but... it is always a different experience for me. I put the pictures inside the notebook and then I hid it in my bag again when I saw him coming. However, he was not looking at me but Chris. I wondered why did he hear me talking with Chris about this little date?

Before sleeping I said he was a little bit off today but he just snorted awkwardly then shrugged.

"Why?" he asked. "I am a ghost, what would you expect me to do?" The Dominic I know would never say something like that.

"Are you really okay?"

"I am! But still... When I say I do not like someone, I do not like them for a reason." I figured out that was about Chris. Damn it, of course, he knew it all along. And I do remember the things he said about him. But I was just using him for my excuse.

"Sorry, Dominic but... He is still my friend and..."

"I am going to cut off you there, Sophie. Are we done then? If you are not going to listen to me and do whatever you want?"

"What? What are you talking about? Sorry but maybe I need to experience things and maybe somethings need to happen. I know that you know `everything` but I also want to hang out with people and do some mistakes, if you can call this a mistake." Why was he doing this to me? Always being perfect and trying to make me too.

"Okay."He said. I could not see his beautifully glowing yellow eyes. "I think I am going to go. And you... Do whatever you want but do not come to me cry about it."

"Oh yeah? I will not. Do not worry." I could sense that he was actually waiting for me to apologize but no. He crossed the line. And then he left the room. I was just watching the wall and then a ghost came to the room. He was a little child, making a mess of my room. He was very loud but I did not say anything.