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Unseen part 3
I just stood there a minute, barley breathing. No one else was in the courtroom at the time. I looked back at the girl.
"Who are you?" I asked, my voice shaking.
"I need help," she said.
"I don't know if I'm the one to help you."
"You are. I have been looking for you for years and finally you're here." She smiled shyly.
"What do you need help with?"
"I need you to prove it wasn't an accident how I died, or it will happen again. And worse this time."
"How did yuo die?" I asked.
"Someone wanted to keep me quiet, and they succeeded. Someone else over-heard them talking about it again. I don't want that to happen again." She looked like she would have been crying, but I didn't know ghosts could cry.
"Who over-heard whom?" I asked gently.
She grabbed a fist-full of transparent hair and pulled.
"I can't remember!" she yelled.
"Shh!" I didn't want people coming in here and see me talking to myself about a potential murder. That would look a little wierd.
"I knew him, but now I can't remember . . . You . . . You know him." She raised her pale eyes to me. "He . . . likes you. But don't trust him."
Just then, the judge walked through the door.
"Maria?" he asked hesitantly. I knew him personally.
I looked over my shoulder and saw that the girl had dissapeared. "Yes?"
"Who were you talking to?"
"Oh, no one, I was practicing for a school play," I lied smoothly. I had a weird ablity to lie good, but it came in handy.
"Well, come one, your mom's case is starting."
I took a deep breathe and followed the chubby, short man into the long room where my foster mother's future lay.