• "Hey, Brookland. Wait, is your name Brookland?" I joked. "Actually, no. It's Brookfield. GOD! You've known me long enough. THINK!" Brookland screamed. "Ugh. Whatevs..." I said, trailing my fingers on my hair. "You'll get what you deserve.... geek...." Brookland sneered. Then I did something I instantly regretted.

    "Brooki, listen. I'm smart enough to not do this. But even though I'm gonna do this, that doesn't mean I'm dumb. Because you know what? I have this power. It's called 'being a medium'. I could see, hear, and feel ghosts. You know, the supernatural, the paranormal. It's a gift. I can't get rid of it like a wart. No vanishing cream. And if you tamper with my abilities, I'll unleash the power of the paranormally supernatural on you. I am not joking." I said all this while trying to think of what I would say next.

    "Oh really, Katrina? Oh god, I wanna call you Tina soooo badly." Brookland snickered. Then, I finally found what I wanted to say.

    "From Julias Caesar to George Washinton, from one corner of the Earth to another, from blood to dust, I command thee spirits to rise from their grave and rule the once peaceful life of Brookland. So, COME ON, SPIRITS! RISE! HAUNT THAT BROOKLAND!" I seemed to conjure up a believable spell, because I had Brookland trembling in her designer boot-cut specially-made Levis jeans and polka-dotted Wear-it Declare-it shirt. She actually began to cry. "Spirit-people... if you could just, like, spare me and... take my Jimmy Choo flip-flops and... all would be, like, forgivin...." And that Brookland literally took off her Jimmy Choos and handed them to me.

    "Here, take these. Give them to that spirit. I'll just go hide under the desk with the computers and... puke." Brookland cried, and she ran off. After she did, I saw a faint appearance of a spirit. "I'm Suzi. Nice Jimmy Choo flippies." The spirit said. "Um... in honor of my...-" I nearly puked on the spot "-friend, here are.... these wonderful size six Jimmy... Choos." I choked on my own breath as I handed the spirit the Jimmy Choos. I looked under the laptop desk and saw Brookland sucking her thumb. She seemed to be mouthing the words, "Don't puke, don't puke...." "Thanks, but I have shoes." 'Suzi' kicked her leg up and pointed at her Converse.