Monday, 9 March 2015

Mimi Gets her Nickname: The Seventh by S.D. Wasley

Up until my thirteenth birthday, I would have called myself a pretty normal kid. I had a best friend, Billie, a fangirl crush on a local Indie musician called Hoodwynk, and a lingering obsession with horses.

Then Hannah came into my life.

Hannah was a ghost. She died in 1893. She told me she was nineteen, and very innocent, but she’d had no money so her parents sent her to work as a servant from the time she was fifteen. She’d worked for an old lady for a couple of years, but then the old lady died so she found a job with a family. The family didn’t pay her as well, but there were no other jobs going. Her ‘mistress’ – the woman of the house – was quite demanding, and often got Hannah to tend to the children, although that was technically the nanny’s job. Then Hannah would get into trouble with the housekeeper for not getting her other chores done.

Hannah was pretty. Chestnut brown hair and fair skin, and quite tall for a girl of the 1890s. The master – the man – of the house started to notice Hannah and corner her when his wife wasn’t looking so he could kiss and touch her. Hannah hated him and felt very guilty but there was nothing she could do about it. If she complained to him or his wife, they would simply call her a liar and dismiss her. She needed the job.

Things got worse. The master started visiting her in her room at night while the other maid slept in the bed beside her. Then Hannah missed her period and she realised she was pregnant with the man’s child. She panicked. She’d heard about a barber in the town who helped girls in her situation, so she went to see him. She paid him all her month’s earnings and he took to her with some wire until she started to bleed.

Hannah went home to wait out the miscarriage but then she stopped bleeding. Over the weeks, she grew rounder, and realised she was still pregnant. But every now and then, she would get stabbing pains low in her belly and bleed for a day. One day Hannah was too sick to work, so her mistress came to examine her and realised what was wrong. She saw Hannah’s swollen belly and the bleeding. Hannah thought she knew who had caused it, too. She looked at Hannah coldly and told her that as soon as it was over; as soon as she could walk; she had to leave.

Hannah rested, crying miserably and wondering what she could tell her parents. She fell asleep and awoke hours later in the dark, feeling no pain at all. She stood up and looked down at the bed, where her body was still lying in a pool of black blood.

And now, for some unknown reason, Hannah was going to be hanging around with me. Obviously, my mum was concerned when I told her about Hannah. She sent me to see a psychiatrist and he got me to talk about my invisible companion, as well as my parents, my older brother, and my teachers. I didn’t tell my friends about the ghost because I figured that would tar me with the weirdo brush – but kids are good at detecting weird. I didn’t need to tell them. They started generally rejecting me, doing a bit of low-grade bullying, and not inviting me to parties. Only Billie stuck by me.

One night Billie slept over my place. We talked about boys we liked and what we would do on summer break. She caught me staring at Hannah and asked me why I always looked at that corner of my bedroom. I felt like I could trust Billie so I told her the truth about my ghost. Billie was shocked and freaked out, of course. She kept begging me to stop pranking her but I insisted I wasn’t. We discussed it late into the night and finally I went to sleep, but in the morning Billie looked pale and exhausted. I didn’t think she had slept at all. She told me she had to go home and left before breakfast.

At school on Monday, Billie avoided me. She aligned herself with some other girls and refused to answer when I tried to chat with her. One of the girls in her new clique suggested I go hang with my imaginary friends and the other girls all giggled. Then I knew Billie had ratted on me. Word got around. I had earned myself a new identity at school: Mimi-and-her-imaginary-friends. A new identity, and no more friends.

That was when I realised I was going to have to keep my mouth shut about Hannah in future, no matter how tempted I was to confide in someone.

Read about Mimi’s new life at a new school – and her discovery that she’s not the only one with an unusual talent – in The Seventh by S.D. Wasley.

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The Seventh by S.D. Wasley

Sixteen year old Mimi Alston has company. No less than three ghosts follow her around, and only she can see them. At her last school, she was known as the girl with imaginary friends. Now Mimi’s starting fresh in a new town, where she’s determined to make some real friends and fit in for once. She’s ready for a normal life...except Mimi never counted on her fascination with troubled goth-boy, Drew. 

When she’s invited to join the elite Gifted Program, Mimi discovers she’s not the only one at the school with an unusual talent. Maybe being normal isn’t even an option anymore.
14+ due to mild violence and adult situations


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