The Ghost of Beacon Hills High

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Gabriella Roe.

Born June 25, 1991 - Died October 13, 2005

A soul that left too soon.

The girl looked at her grave and snorted. Left too soon, she thought bitterly, more like it was taken. The girl swiftly turned around and disappeared into the wind.

Strange, I know, but the girl was used to it. She didn't lead a normal life or a normal death. She was a powerful sorceress who was hunted by her own shapeshifting boyfriend. Her death was a sacrifice to the Nemeton, as the boy she loved killed her for her power. The Nemeton took pity upon poor Gabby. It allowed her soul to roam Beacon Hills Cemetery and Beacon Hills High School. She hated it. She had to be in the place where her "body" was and in the place where he used to conquer. The Nemeton was doing her a favour.

Why was she left to be alone? Why not just leave her dead? What did I do to deserve this?

She couldn't leave the town she died in, so what was the point. Was it the world laughing in her face?

What she didn't know was that the Nemeton had bigger plans for her. The old tree stump and Gabby were connected, as her blood spilled upon its roots. The thick, red liquid soaked into the wood on that fateful Friday night. Her sacrifice held no results, only her death.

She frequented Beacon Hills High the most. She couldn't stand being around the graves despite her name being among them. The high school wasn't the best place to live a dead life, but the students who attended made it enjoyable. She got to see them live their lives and make stupid choices. Gabby wished to make those stupid choices with someone, she wanted to do things that could get her into trouble, she wanted the rush of living. Although she could do anything every other student did, there was no consequences. There were no parents yelling at her, friends encouraging her, or teachers to scold her because no one could see her. That was what she hated the most. She was living the dream, but no one could see her, hear her, or talk to her. She was alone in a place filled with people. Sure, she had her magical witchy powers but it wasn't enough.

Until she found her solution.

Gabby soon figured out that she could slam doors, hit lockers, and trip students. Some could even hear her voice. She finally found a sense of purpose in her dead life.

She was going to fuck with anyone she could. She did not care if anyone deserved it or not, she was dead. Sort of. The once sweet girl was now an uncaring demon.

Pun intended.

That is how Gabby created her own legend. The Ghost of Beacon Hills High.

Students randomly tripped over their once tied shoelaces. Trash cans were found flipped over. Lockers closed the day before were wide open the next morning. The P.A. system had glitches every so often. Those who didn't know the story quickly found out. Theories and conspiracies were made trying to figure out what exactly was wrong with the school. Although some came close to figuring out the truth, they always took a wrong turn.

Gabby may have turned into a stone cold bitch, but she still had a heart for those like her. The supernatural beings who attended Beacon Hills High School were luckier than normal students. The homework they had forgotten was a perfect A. That one test they didn't study for was cancelled minutes before. When Scott McCall was first bitten, Gabby was there in the shadows. She participated whenever she could in the fights that happened on school grounds. The McCall pack found it strange that they seemed to be let off with less injuries than normal. They were thankful to whatever force was out there, as it was keeping them alive. But they couldn't help but think it was something more. The wolves could sense something more. Something like a person. And whoever it was was supernatural.

But what would they know? They can't help me, no one ever has and no one ever will. I'm just the Ghost of Beacon Hills High.