10. How Does It Feel

10 How Does It Feel?

The clock struck three. "A.J.... A.J.... A.J....," whispered an annoying, squeaky voice. Oh no. I opened my eyes. There was another ghost floating over my bed. It was a smaller ghost than the other ghosts. "Guess who, A.J.?" the ghost said in a taunting voice. "My sister, Amy?" I guessed. "No," said the ghost. "It's me, Emily!" "Ahhhhhhhhhhh!" She let out an eerie cackling laugh. "You thought those other ghosts were scary?" the ghost of Emily said. "Well, I'm going to be your worst nightmare, A.J." "What did I ever do to you?" I asked, trembling. "Are you kidding?" the ghost of Emily asked, getting right in my face. "You've been making fun of me and calling me a

crybaby for years. Every time I fell down in the playground or had something fall on my head, you were there to laugh and say something mean. You try to scare me every day. And why? Just to make your dopey friends laugh."

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"Well, that's true," I admitted. "But I can explain that—" "No!" the ghost of Emily shouted at me. "Now I'm going to do the explaining, A.J.! I know why you say mean things to me. It's because you're an immature, obnoxious, and insecure little boy." "I am not!" I shouted. "Stop saying mean things to me!" "No!" the ghost of Emily shouted in my face. "You're mean to my best friend, Andrea, all the time too. And I know why. It's to disguise the fact that you are secretly in love with her! Ha! There, I said it!" "I am not in love with Andrea!" I shouted. "Liar!" the ghost of Emily yelled. "Admit it! You're a liar and a hater! And not only that, but you're... a dumbhead!" WHAT?! I can't believe she called me the

D word. That's like the worst thing you can say to anybody. I felt tears gathering in the corners of my eyes. "Are you crying, A.J.?" the ghost of Emily said. "Is that a tear I see? Well, I guess the shoe is on the other foot now, isn't it, A.J.?" "Why would I put my shoes on the wrong feet?" I whimpered, wiping my eyes. "What do shoes have to do with anything?" "Don't play dumb, A.J.," shouted the ghost of Emily. "Being made fun of isn't much fun when people are making fun of you, now is it?" "Stop! Leave me alone!" I shouted. "Oh, I'll leave you alone," said the ghost of Emily. "Everybody is going to leave you alone this summer. So nah-nah-nah boo-boo on you! How does it feel? How does it feel to be on your own, with no direction home, like a complete unknown?"*