Ariel Brown, Paranormal Investigator (Intro)

  Hello, my name is Abigale Wright, I know, not that interesting of a name. I'm a rather shy girl, age 18. I have short, black hair and soft tanned skin. I'm about 5' 4" in height, and I'm only slightly chubby. I have rather small breasts, much to my annoyance, and a well rounded bubble butt.

  You may be wondering why I'm telling you, a complete stranger, all these things. Well, a lot of it you wont believe and I'm also to shy to tell my family these things. So, who better to tell than the forever judging eyes of the Internet?

  Anyway, I'm getting off track. This, my reader, is the story about how I, Abigale Wright, met Ariel Brown, Paranormal Investigator.

  It was a cold, rainy day when the bus dropped me off at the entrance to Fairfield College. A prestigious, historical college that had been around for a century, or some where close to that age. My dad had been able to pay for my tuition with a family connection or a favor from a friend. As I carried by two duffle bags, pillow, huskey plushie and my book bag filled with personal items towards girls dorm #1 I thought about how my parents where probably popping open a bottle of wine to celebrate being empty nesters after 18 years of having me around.

  As I entered the dorm building I knew my rooming limits would be limited. I had missed the first week of registration and everyone arriving on campus, due to my dad taking a whole week off to spend some time with me before I left for college.

  I saw a girl that looked like she was incharge, or at least popular. "Um.. Excuse me." I said meekly.

  "What?" The girl asked looking me over.

  "I.. I'm Abigale Wright. I'm new here. A.. are there any free room open?" I asked.

  The girl thought for a few seconds. "There's one downstairs, you'll be bunking with Egghead." She said chuckling.

  "W.. who's Egghead?" I asked, an image of Humpty Dumpty appeared in my mind.

  "You'll see. The stairs are to your left down the hall." She said.

  "Okay, t.. thank you," I said as I started to walk down the hall. But I was suddenly stopped by the feeling of my underwear being yanked up my back side. "Owowow! S.. stop!" I squeled as my purple grannie panties where yanked harder.

  "Ha, you wear grannie! You'll fit right in with Egghead," She said as she gave another hard tug before letting go. She then walked of chuckling.

  I quickly made my way to the stairs once I had set down my baggage and picked the painful wedgie. Now, I had received wedgies before then. A boy in fifth grade yanking my panties, a fence climbing misshap at age 15, and one of my cousin's Saint Bernard getting ahold of my panties, while I was wearing them. So I knew the pain and humiliation that came with one, so I just hoped that it wouldn't happen often.

  When I got to the bottom of the stairs I walked down a small hallway past some boiler rooms and janitor closets. At the end of the hall was a small kitchen area. For a few moments I thought that I was lost or that the girl had pranked me. But before I turned to go I saw a door with the number zero on the door. I figured that it was an extra room of sorts, for the door was identical to all the others on the entry level. I decided that the door was where I needed to go so I walked up to it and entered the room.

  Upon entering the room I saw piles of books stacked up on the floor. A large book case was off to the side, as if the shelf had had no more room and books had to occupy the surrounding area. Maps, charts and drawings of symbols lined the walls. And in the center of the room was a girl. Her back was turned to me, she was writing something on a chalkboard. As I wondered how the bookcase and chalkboard had even fit through the door way I examined the girl.

  She had long brown hair the flowed down to her shoulders, a grey jacket the length of which went down to her hips. She wore blue jeans that where slightly baggy, and grey shoes with rainbow colored laces. And around her neck was wrapped a scarf that had to have been at least ten feet in length, colored with various red, grey, brown, black, crimson and beige.

  She then turned around and jumped a bit upon seeing me. "Oh, don't do that. You could have at least knocked." She said as she caught her breath, obviously having been suprised by my unexpected presence. After she turned I could see that she was wearing glasses, she had a slightly tanned tone of skin, not as tanned as mine but still healthy looking. She also had a few small freckles that you wouldn't notice if you hadnt been looking right at her.

  "Oh, S.. sorry," I said, realizing I had been staring. "I.. I'm Abigale Wright.. I'm new here."

  "Oh, pardon the mess, I wasn't assigned a roommate so I didn't bother cleaning up. I'm Ariel Brown, I'm 19 and a Second Year student," She said holding her hand out for a shake.

  I quickly shook her hand. "I'm 18, this is my first year. Oh, and I'm also majoring in English and Writing," I stammered.

  "Well, I'm majoring in Parapsychology, Paranormal Investigation and Paranormal Study," She said gesturing around the room to all the books, charts and random junk and trinkets.

  "T.. there are classes for that?!" I asked amazed.

  "Yep! Fairfield College, number one out of only ten places that have anyone teaching about Paranormal activity. I'll introduce you to my teacher later. But because this is my second year here I am now a, Junior Paranormal Investigator!" She said happily.

  "O.. okay. Can you please move your books off my bed?" I asked politely.

  "Oh, sure thing," She said as she quickly stacked the books off of my bed and set them onto hers. "I'd suggest going to bed. First day can be the toughest." She said chuckling.

  "Okay, see you in the morning Ariel," I said as I kicked off my shoes and collapsed into my bed. I couldn't wait for it to be morning and I would be able to fully meet her. But for then, I had, had a long day and gladly welcomed sleep.

  THE END