An expression of worry crossed mom's brow. A dark cloud hung over mom's heavy heart, which served in stark contrast to the sun shining externally. ''I want you to write me everyday, understand?'' Mom asked.
''Of course I will, mom.'' I replied.
''Your father and I,'' Mom started.
''Stepfather,'' I corrected her.
''Right, your stepdad and I are both real proud of you getting a scholarship to go to this boarding school, but if you ever miss me, I'm just a plane ride and phone call away, got it, sweetie?''
I could see the tears well up in her pretty gray eyes. ''Ok, mom,'' I whimpered, it broke my heart to see my mom in that kind of emotional distress. In thirteen years my mom and I had never been that far apart. I'd be gone for nine months, an entire semester. Mom gave me a hug and a peck on the cheek.
"I love you. Take care of yourself, and Buster, okay?''
''Okay, mom. I will.''
Buster was my black cat. I spoke to him telepathically. He had the sight like me. He could see spirits just like me. My stepfather, Rob, was at work. He was a factory worker. I was an only child and at my old school, I wasn't exactly Mr. Popular.
That was ok, I guess. Popularity was it's own prison. I preferred the shackles of anonymity. ''Bye mom,'' I said, waving to her. Buster followed me into the school. The reader may be wondering how I was allowed to bring a cat to my boarding school? The answer was simple. Buster was a ghost cat. I was the only one able to see him or communicate with him.
How did my mom know about Buster? Simple, she didn't. I pretended mom talked about Buster just to introduce Buster to the reader. I'm pretty sneaky. Remember that, Ok? It may or may not come back later in the story.
My dorm was called Hazard. I
Verlag: BookRix GmbH & Co. KG
Tag der Veröffentlichung: 04.11.2015
ISBN: 978-3-7396-2961-2
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A young boy brings his ghost cat to a boarding school. He must endure a tough ghost who tricks him and as a result, he must say goodbye to his ghost cat.