The Ghost
	I woke up and there was a man at the end of my bed. He was dressed in a white suit. He had a potbelly, a top hat, and piercing blue eyes. I stared up.
	“Who are you?” I asked. “How did you get into my room!?”
	“I am just a friend,” he replied in a low voice.
	“Just a friend, what are you talking about? I have never seen you before in my life!” By this point I was practically screaming.
          	“Oh are you sure you have never seen me before?”
	“Yes!”  I said. Now I was screaming. “GET OUT OF MY BEDROOM RIGHT NOW!” Then he was gone. He had just faded away. My mom came running up.
	“Whom are you yelling at?” she asked.
	“No one, I think.”
	“Well come down for breakfast,” she said. I walked down to the kitchen. But then at the hallway I saw him again. 
	“Alia you better get to breakfast,” he said.
	“How do you know my name?” I asked. But he had vanished same as the first time.
	“Alia get to breakfast before it gets cold,” said mom.
	“Mom,” I said as I walked into the kitchen. “Have you ever seen a ghost?”
	“Well of course not silly Ghosts are not real,” she said.
	“Are you sure?” I asked.
	“Of course. Now eat your breakfast,” she said.
	“But mom I saw a ghost.”
	“Alia be quiet and eat your breakfast,” she said. “You are only 15.”
	“So?” I said.
	“That is way too young to start losing your mind,” she said. I ate my breakfast and ran up to my room.
	“Okay, look ghost, I know you are a ghost. So why don’t you just come out?” I said. The man walked out through the door without opening it. “Who are you and why are you here?!” I demanded.
	“I am Robby the ghost and why I am here is confidential,” he said as he sat on my dresser, which looked really weird because he was partly see through.
	“Really you want to play the confidential game with me?” I asked.
	“Who’s playing? I am for real!” Robby yelled. “But if you must know I am here to fix something wrong that happened to me when I was alive.”
	“What was that?” I asked.
	“I was going to run for president against Abraham Lincoln.”
	“What?” I yelled. “How am I going to help you?”
	“I am going to take you back in time to make sure I win,” he said.
	“But don’t you have to be dead to travel in time?” I asked.
	“No that is just a nasty rumor,” he said.
	“Really? I had no idea,” I said.
	“Well that settles it we will leave immediately,” he said.
	“No!” I yelled. “My mom will miss me,” I said.
	“No she won’t, I will simply stop time here and we will go back in time,” he said.
	“No I am not going to help you beat the best president ever,” I said.
	“Oh, but you do not have a choice,” he said. I closed my eyes and felt a rush of wind on my face. Then I saw a light flash. When I opened my eyes we were back in time.
	“What did you do?” I asked.
	“I sent us back in time,” he said.
	“But…but why am I see through?” I asked.
	“Because you have not been born yet you barley exists,” he replied.
 	“What do I do so that I can go home?” I asked.
	“You can help me,” he said.
	“ But why of all the people in the world did you choose me to help you?” I asked.
	“Because you looked bored,” he said.
	“Bored? I was fine with my life,” I whined.
	“Oh quite your complaining,” he said.
	“ Who are we even looking for?” I asked.
	“Me of course. Who else?” 
	“Oh what a silly question,” I said.
	“Look there I am this is two days before my mom locked me up so that I could not win,” he said.
	“Why would she do that?” I asked.
	“Because she thought that I was stupid,” he said.
	“Well you can not argue that logic,” I said.
	“Hey,” he said.
	“What are we going to do so that does not happen?”
	“We are going to rescue me from the jail cell that she locks me in.
	“Okay but what are we going to do in the mean time?” I asked.
	“Well I probably thought this through,” he said.
	“You think,” I said.
	“Well you do not have to be mean about it,” he said. The next two days went by with a lot of planning and arguing but finally the day came.
	“Well it is finally time,” I said.
	“Yup,” he replied. So we floated down to the jail cell. Once we got there we turned back into humans, which I might add is a very painful experience that involves being stretched in many different ways. But once it was done I looked normal.
	“Were are you?” I asked.
	“I should be in cell 22,” he said.
	“Fine lets go find you,” I said. We walked up five flights of stairs and found cell 22.
	“Look there you are!” I yelled. 
	“Well what did you expect?”
	“Sorry still in shock,” I said.
	“Well get over it we have work to do!” he said just a little too loudly. The man in the cell who of course was him looked over and screamed.
	“Look at what you did!” I yelled. But then seeing that there was no point in yelling at a ghost because they have nothing else to loose.
	 I turned my action to the living Robby. “Look,” I said. “We are here to save you now let’s start to move we have no time to spare.”  The he decided to just go along with it and not ask why he was older and standing next to him, which in my mind was a good thing because I am not sure that he would have believed the answer. 
	We opened the cell and he ran out and down the stairs.
	“Now for you,” I said to the ghost Robby. “Want to go home and I want it now!” 
	“Fine but you do not have to be so pushy!” 
	Then in the blink of an eye we were back in my room. 
	“Will I ever see you again?” I asked. 
	“No I am afraid this is the last time I will ever see you.” 
	“But Robby,” But he was gone with out even a goodbye. But I always had the feeling that someone in a white suit was watching me as I slept.
	As for Robby the idea of him becoming president just never caught on but I did not care because I had gone on the adventure of my life.
The Ghost, 6-8, p.1