Prologue
Waking up with spirits surrounding you isn’t normal. In my case? Well... it is. Try telling that to your mom though. With great grades, and traveling a lot so you know many languages, people are going to say congrats like my mom. Every time they say it, all that comes out is, “Thank you very much. And how are you today? You certainly look like a teen, so pretty well I suppose.”
“Hey my good baby girl. I missed you. You seem to have been in a good mood.”
“I’m not your ‘good baby girl’. And besides, I can’t be in a good mood here because well, you just so happened to be here, and force me as your girlfriend. You practically sexually abuse me. Not what I certainly call being in a good mood.” I muttered.
“You’ll always be my good girl, sugarplum.” He turned and walked away, and just as the the door shut I yelled.
“Don’t say I’m a Good Girl!”
All he did was smirk. He quickly and quitely closed the door and tapped in morsecode, You’ll always be my good girl.
