"Miss Simon?" I heard a voice and instantly woke up. "Miss Simon, wake-up please." This is how every day starts. I get caught sleeping in class. It's not my fault I was up kicking some ghost ass that night. This is my life, and I am Haven Lee Simon and I live in sunny Carmel, California. And I also have the misfourtune of being a mediator. Yeah, you might think I'm crazy. Heck, whoever made up this whole mediator thing is crazy, and if there wasn't such thing I would've spent half of my life in a cast, accidently destroying public property, and sleeping in class. Hey, it's in the gene's.

"What? What? I wasn't asleep." I said rubbing my eyes.

"Haven, please try to stay awake or I'm going to have to send you to Father Dominic, again." Mr.Keelin said and I looked at the clock. Yes! 1 minute, 50 seconds...Can't wait until I actually get to eat. 10 seconds..C'mon! C'mon! And then we were dismissed. We all poured out into the halls from our classrooms. Finally! I didn't think lunch would ever roll around.

"Haven." Father Dominic's rhaspy voice said. "I need to speak with you." Oh great! Now what?

"Father D. If this is about the dent in the locker, it's not my fault. She wouldn't leave me alone!" She reffering to the last ghost that tried to cross my path.

"No, no. I was hoping you could do a favor for me?" I slumped back to Father Dominic who was standing by a large pillar in the breezeway of the Mission. The school I attend.

"Sure." I said. "Does this involve missing class time?" I perked up.

"Oh no. You can do it after school. Could you bring this by the hospital for career day that your class is having." It's a totaly snooze-fest. Each year in the end of each grade, I'm in grade 9, 15 years old, by the way, they get people from different places to come in and talk to us. To encourage us to graduate school with a diploma and get a good job. My mom forbids to do it.

"Ok, sure. So I just pass it into the front desk?"

"Yes. That's all." I started to walk off when he called me back. "And about our other problem."

"What other problem?"

"Hannah." I rolled my eyes. Hannah Winters, the stupid ghost from 1856 who loves to try and beat me up.

"Look, I'm pointing my trust toward an exorcisim. She's no joke. Who knew some girl from the 1850's could really beat me up?" I asked relacing the laces in my Converse All-Stars.(A/N: Go Converse!) I took the papers and went for lunch with Rae McTavish and Ty Greene, my two best friends scince pre-school.

"Cool jacket." Rae said refering to my leather jacket.

"Thanks, it was my moms. She was still wearing it and I told her she was a little too old to be wearing a leather motorcycle jacket." I told her sitting on the picnic table.

"You mother is only 35!" Ty said drinking a Pepsi. "She's not that old. Now my mom is 42. She's old, and your mom isn't even married."

"Yeah, I stopped asking her about who my real father was. She'd walk away in tears." I stuffed my hands in the jacket's pockets and there was somthing in there. Almost like paper. I pulled out a photo.

"What's this?" I asked looking at the photo.

"Hey! That's my mom and dad." Rae said pointing to her parents who were good friends of my mom. CeeCee and Adam. Rae has voilet eyes and light brown hair. How many people do you know with violet eyes? Not many, or none.

"And Gina." I said who was like an aunt to me and who would visit every once in awhile.

"I don't know who the other 2 are. Wait, yes I do. Isn't that Greg's dad?" Ty asked looking over my shoulder. Greg is another-er, I wouldn't call him friend but he's a friend I guess. "I still want to know who the other guy is."

"Look's Latino." Rae said biting into her sandwhich.

"Oh well." I said stuffing the picture back into the coat pocket.

"Haven, where's your necklace? You've been wearing it everyday scince we like met you." Rae asked and I put my hand up to my neck.

"It's gone." I said. "Oh no, it's gone. Mom said not to loose it. Look, I gotta go look for it. Maybe Father Dominic seen it." I ran off.

"Father Dominic!" I called out. "Did you see my necklace? I lost it! Mom's gonna kill me. I've had it scince the day I was born." Then he had somthing in his hand dangeling from a gold chain. My necklace.

"You dropped it, Haven. You must be more careful with it." He said passing it back to me. It was a real gold necklace and on it the words 'Querida' and the 'I' was dotted with a real diamond. "This necklace is as precious as anything you'll ever own. It means alot to your mother."

"I'll take better care of it." I said locking it around my neck. "I promise."

Like it? I got another one on the way while I'm writing the real story to Gone For Good. Expect chapter 2 real soon.