"Tezznin!" Mother called.
"Tezznin!" She called again.
"Tezznin." She slightly tapped my shoulder. My mind had been so occupied with thoughts of my ghost boy that I had not heard when she called. Suddenly startled by her presence, I flinched in my seat and dropped the knife I held in hand. This boy was surely going to be the death of me. How could he occupy my attention in the night and still occupy my mind in the day? Yes, Lucifer himself he must be. There was no doubt.
"Are you okay dear?" Mother enquired with worry written over her face.
"I am." I lied. How could I tell this woman I was been haunted by a boy whom I did not even know existed or not. Even if he did, how was I supposed to explain things to her? She would certainly think I am a psycho suggest I go for therapy. *Lightbulb.*
Then, I wondered if ghost friend would ever show up when I was not alone. "Mom, can I sleep over in your room tonight?"