July 26, 2012
“So Mary, what do you think about boys?” asked Samantha.
Given her experience with Jonathan and kissing him, Mary didn’t know what to say.
Boys. Boys. What can I tell them about how I feel about them? I definitely can’t tell them about my kissing Jonathan. They don’t know anything about me. I guess I’ll have to lie.
“Boys? You want to know what I think about them. I feel the same way you do. Doing things with your relatives, including your brother is okay, but not with any other boy.”
“I guess we’ll have to wait until we get much older to kiss any of them or to have any of them kissing us,” remarked Emma.
Wow! It seems I’ve already kissed a boy and none of them have. I’m glad I didn’t tell them about Jonathan. If I did, they’d ask me a ton of questions. And I definitely can never tell them about George kissing me.
June 30, 2012
At bedtime, Mary’s mother tucked her for the night. She said, “Don’t worry if you have trouble falling asleep. You’re in a new room, and it’s normal to have problems sleeping the first few nights.”
Her comment made Mary feel a little more relaxed and the fact she had Suzy sleeping next to her, helped as well.
Mary was resting comfortably, when around three o’clock, she felt a faint kiss on her forehead. She awoke, startled at seeing a very faint shadow of light quickly float around the room until it disappeared into the closet. She might not have seen anything had it not been for Suzy barking as it drifted around the room.
Yikes! Is this a ghost? But there’s no such thing as ghosts. Ghosts are imaginary all year round, but especially at Halloween.
But, Mary did see something, and Suzy barked at it, so there had to be someone or something in her room. Putting the incident aside, Mary went back to sleep with Suzy sleeping next to her.
The next morning when Mary looked around her room, she saw nothing had changed. Yet she still felt as if something had.
May 31, 2012
Determined to find out about the ghostly figure she saw the two previous nights, Mary grabbed her bedroom lamp and placed it on the dresser in the closet. She then took the inflatable mattress in the closet, blew it up, covered it with a sheet, and then got her blanket.
Keeping the closet door open, Mary turned off the light and fell asleep with Suzy at her feet, but this night didn’t wake at three o’clock came.
When her ghostly figure made its appearance this night, it floated around Mary’s bedroom three times as usual and not seeing her it drifted inside the closet and found her sleeping on the mattress there; it paused for a moment and sat down on a nearby chair.
After a few minutes of sitting there, it got up and floated over to Mary. Bowing down, it kissed her on the forehead, and like Sleeping Beauty, Mary woke from her sleep.
The moment she did, Mary saw the spirit disappear through the wall behind the dresser.
This is weird. Did that ghost kiss me? It definitely felt like a kiss, but how could I feel a kiss from someone who is not here?
May 4, 2012
Seeing a large carved pumpkin on the kitchen table, Mary asked, “Mom, where did the jack-o-lantern come from?”
“When I went to door to get my package from FedEx, I found it outside by the door.”
I don’t believe it. It’s impossible. This is the same pumpkin I just carved when George took me into the past. How did it get here? Mom found it on the spot where George left it.
“Mom. Did you find any roasted pumpkin seeds near it as well?”
“I did. Why are you asking?”
“No reason. I’m just curious.”
April 29, 2012
Miss. Adams told Jonathan to sit in Ashley’s seat and asked Mary to raise her hand so he would know where he’d sit for the remainder of the school year.
Mary did not like the idea of having him sitting next to her and wondered why Miss Adams couldn’t have him sit in the back row.
As Jonathan sat down he reached out to shake his hand with Mary.
“Hi I’m Jonathan Hudson, may I ask what your name is?
Mary didn’t know how to react. No boy had ever asked to shake her hand or had asked her a question in such a polite and formal manner, so she responded softly, “My name is Mary.”
Mary looked at him and thought he was kind of cute. She liked his hair; the clothes he wore and thought he had a pleasant voice. However the glasses he wore made him look a little like a nerd.
April 18, 2012
The moment her mother left, closing the bedroom door behind her, Mary turned toward George, “Why didn’t my mother see you standing next to me?”
“Ghosts can only be seen by one member of the family.”
After giving her this explanation, George disappeared–not through the wall behind the dresser as he usually did–but this time he disappeared right in front of her eyes, laughter echoing as he vanished.
April 7, 2012
Pulling on his arm to get him to move faster, Mary pushed him inside the playhouse and pulled two chairs together so they were facing each other. “Sit down.” Mary motioned for him to sit across from her.
Jonathan had a perplexed expression on his face, and Mary realized she had never acted so impulsively before. Once he sat down, Mary reached over, grabbed his hands, and looked sadly into his eyes as she started to talk.
“Thank you for liking me for being who I am. You’re the first boy who hasn’t made fun of me for being so plain looking.”
“Why would you say something like that?You’re not ugly.”
Mary’s eyes filled with tears so she dropped her gaze from him, not wanting him to see her cry.