Who Killed Sarah Foster?

6. Idiots Huh?

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"Are you an i***t?" Leah was running low on patience with the handsome hunk of a ghost who lacked any functional brain cells. In his defense, his brain was indeed dead and turned into dirt but honestly, he was extra smart otherwise.

"I am not. My job is not hunting down ghosts and their dead bodies. That's in your job profile." Paul huffed as he walked around like a normal human, swinging his hands with his chest puffed up like a retarded high school jock.

Leah rolled her eyes. "Why don't you just tell me you are freaking scared? You vanished the moment she made an appearance."

Paul stopped mid-track, his face losing all its humor. "Honestly shawty, I thought she was going to suck all the essence out of me. I felt her misery, in here." He pocked at where his heart once beat.

Leah nodded. She didn't personally know Sarah Foster but she was one of the few who never bullied her. She had stopped her jerk of a brother and friends from doing so at several occasions as well. And in first year, she had once assisted her to the nurse' office after one of her hosting sessions had knocked her off her feet.

What could have happened to that seventeen-year-old?

"Are you sure there's no news about her disappearance or death yet?" Paul asked as he put his head through the closed doors, looking for the ghost.

"Yes Jackson, I checked a few minutes ago." Leah sighed.

Paul stopped and turned to her friend. "Alright, we are getting nowhere. I think we should look for her body instead. It should be somewhere in here since her ghost is here."

"Not necessarily." Leah pointed out. "My grandma's house has three ghosts in there. Great-grandma Evelyn, Uncle Joseph and Martha. While Martha did die in the house, Great-grandma Evelyn died in the hospital and Uncle Joseph died in an accident in Michigan. So if my analysis is correct, it's not necessary for the ghosts to originate in the place of their demise."

"Hmm.. So it could be anywhere." He mused. "But where?"

"Hey freak, am I interrupting your conversation with your imaginary friend?"

Leah closed her eyes and counted to three. She was really stressed right now and she didn't know if she could keep her scaredy-cat freak façade going today. She shook her head and turned to them, trying to look as intimidated as she wanted to look intimidating.

"I am sorry." She muttered out, looking at her worn out shoes. Paul chuckled; his best friend deserved an Oscar.

"Sorry won't cut it." Natalie Blake walked over and dumped her duffel bag in her hand. "That's my cheerleading outfit. I want it dry-cleaned and ironed in two days. Thank you." She shoved Leah to the side and strutted away, followed by her cronies who snickered like hyenas and called her "Loser", "Freak" and so on.

Leah watched them, her façade still on, till they turned the corner.

"Idiots." She rolled her eyes and turned around, swinging the duffel bag over her shoulder.

She stopped in her track.

Calum Foster stood there, his eyes narrowed and an amused smile plastered on his face.

Leah would have been mortified if it wasn't for the sudden feeling of sadness that washed over her at the thought of him not knowing of his sister's death.

"Idiots huh?" He asked as he walked over to her.

Paul stood between the two humans, a stupid knowing grin on his face.

"Oooh, chemistry..." He sang making Leah almost turn to him to ask him to shut up but she fought that urge. She didn't want anymore drama.

"Um.. Where's Sarah?" She quickly asked, her lips putting it out before her mind could back out.

Calum's expression changed instantly to that of worry. "What do you mean?"

"Um.. She didn't show up to school for the past two days so.." Leah said. Though she herself hadn't come to school the previous day, she knew for a fact that so hadn't Sarah. Because she was dead.

"How did you know she didn't come to school yesterday?" Calum asked and Leah was confused. "We have the same homeroom."

"But you didn't come to school yesterday."

"Uh oh." Paul looked between the two with his eyes wide.

Leah hadn't thought of the possibility of him knowing she was absent. How could he notice?

"Um.. I was at school." She tried.

"No you weren't. The librarian told me yesterday when I asked her how you were feeling. You had left school on Wednesday looking really sick so I asked." He said. He looked really skeptical and suspicious of her.

"She thought I was absent because I didn't pay her a visit during lunch. I went home around noon yesterday because I was feeling sick. But I was there for first hour and she wasn't there." Leah was a pro at lying. It was in her job profile. She had started lying at the age of seven when she came back to live with her parents and brother. From her eye color to migraine to fainting spells, she had lied about everything. So when she looked him in the eye and said it so convincingly, Calum couldn't help but believe her.

After all, this harmless tiny girl who barely spoke to anyone couldn't have had anything to do with his missing sister. If he started doubting, he would have a long list of potentially dangerous people to point his finger at first.

"Yeah alright." His carefree mood had turned sour. "She's probably staying over at one of her friends' house. We had a little fight." He stopped himself at the thought that he was oversharing to a complete stranger. And he wished to believe what he had just said. Sarah was running around with the wrong crowd lately and he hoped that nothing bad happened to her.

Leah just nodded and quickly walked away without another word. She really wanted to stop and tell him to start looking for her or take her missing more seriously but honestly nothing was going to change the truth, she was already dead.

And Leah definitely couldn't tell anyone she was dead without a proof or anything because that would be disastrous. It didn't help that she was not acquainted with the deceased.

Leah was positive the body would be found soon and she would also approach the ghost and figure out what was going on.

So all she had to do was wait.

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