Dear Readers,
Welcome to my new story, The Light on Forgotten Isle. It is my first attempt at something more scarier. I hope everyone enjoys it, but first, I would like to thank all the CC makers. I love you all! Second, I would like to tell you to please exscuse any spelling mistakes. Third, I would like everyone to know that the following content is not ment to hurt or anger anyone in anyway. The characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. So sit back, and relax because the story's about to begin.
Thanks,
Dunkle15444

The wind howled. The sound of the ocean, which had once been comforting, was now beckaning me. I looked down again. The surf was crashing against the pointy rocks at the bottom. This was my last chance. It was now or never. It wouldn't hurt, would it? 'Maybe only for a second,' I heard from inside my head somewhere. This was it, I was ready. Who would I leave behind? A family who never cared about me? Still, I had found true love, my best friend, Calibre, but mother wouldn't hear of it. She wanted me to marry someone who could take care of me and the children I would bare. "Not some child!" She had cried. I grabed the garud rail, and hoisted my self on top of them. It was time.
"Lies! Wait you can't jump! I love you! Lies!" I heard. I knew who it was. He would be so heartbroken, but he could find someone else. He was one of the most dashing young men on the mainland. He raced over to the gaurd rail and grabbed me from behind, around the waist. I let go. I tumbled forward, and he followed suit.

"Hey did you bring the diaper bag in already?" My mother asked as my dad and I raced to see who could get to the top of the stairs first. He won like always.
"No, I thought you brought it in."
"Maybe we have a ghost! Owwwhhhohh," I added doing my best imatation of a ghost. Which wasn't so good. I heard my dad snicker.
"I heard that Ros. You brought it in already didn't you?"
"No, I swear. Cross my heart, and hope to die. Stick a needle in my eye!" He fired back, lifting his right hand and making an 'X' over his heart. He gave me a wink. He loved how he could get mum fired up so easy.
"If you already brought it in let me know, or your going to be sleeping in that spooky old lighthouse you so despertly had to have!" She stamped her foot, like to punctuate what she was saying. "It's bad enough we had to move all the way to Simaine, but to a deserted little island, in the middle of nowhere. It'll take an hour to get a ferry to the mainland!" She complianed.
"It's an isle!" Both he and I said.

"Ahhh!" I screamed, trying to cover myself. Why did I have to where such a skimpy bikini. I have like no body what-so-ever!
"Sorry, I didn't mean to fighten you." The cute boy aplogized. His hair kept blowing in his face, and when he pulled it back, I saw he had the warmest, chocolate brown eyes, and a smattering of adorable frecles across the bridge of his nose and cheeks. "I'm Bysshe by the way. I thought I saw the light last night, and had to check it out. Now I'm glad I did," a smile played upon his lips. Like something lewd should be going through his head, but he was thinking about pop rocks.
"The light?" I managed to choke out. They can see that we have our lights on way out here? I don't think so.
"Yeah, the light. From the light house," he added when I didn't comprehend. "Legend has it that the light went out when Elisabeth Horten and Calibre Alweather jumped to their deaths from this very light house."
"Well, it seemed to work just fine when my dad turned it back on."

"Oh," I couldn't help but notice the disapointment in his eyes. "You really want to know why I came out here?" I nodded my head vigorisly. I know I look desperate. "I don't really have no friends, and I heard that you where going to be going to our school soon, and I kinda hoped that we could be friends. Everyone here thinks I'm weird. They call me Lord Bysshe of the Forgotten. I'm obsessed with the Forgotten Isle legend. I mean Elisabeth and Calibre were so in love, but her parents wanted her to marry this guy named Branson Cutler. I think he lives in the rest home on the mainland. Anyways, she didn't want to. So she jumped, and Calibre went to stop her, but when he got there she jumped. So he jumped after her. It's so romantic, don't you think?"
Umm? Exscuse me? Are you gay? And what's up with the ski cap, anyways? I wanted to ask, but I had to admit, it was kind of romantic, if not a little scary. They had jumped to their deaths not far from where we stood! "Would you like to come in? --->

I'm going to burn if I stay out here to long."
"Sure!" His eyes lit up, even if he is gay he is still soooo cute!
I grabbed my stuff, and we dashed out from under the shade of the pine trees, I shrieked all the way, and he chased after me holding onto his ski cap. We shut the door, and leaned against them to catch our breath. "What's with the cap?" I asked motioning with my head to it. "It's like a gazillion degrees out, and you have a ski cap on."
"It brings me good luck, and it worked, right. I made a friend." He sounded so innocent.
"Yes. Yes you did," I blurrted, breathlessly. "I almost fogot. I'm Pippa."
He smiled, "I know."
"How?"
"This is a small town, and everybody knows everything." When I frowned, he smiled mishiciously and added, "My dad owns the hardware store, and I was working the day your dad came in. He told my dad about you, and said to come out if I needed something to do."
Good old dad, atleast he tried to set me up with someone cute this time. "I take it your not gay?"

I hurriedly changed (okay, I just threw a top and some pedal pushers on) out of my bathing outfit, and rushed to pick up any stray bras and undies that might have been lying around my room. It might kind of freak Bysshe out since I found out he's not gay. I mean he is so nice, and he is just so adorable. After doing a five point inspection on my make-up. I opened the door, and offered him a seat. "My room is kinda a mess, I hope you don't mind." Even though my room is really clean because my mom is a neat freak.
"That's okay, I have four sisters and two other brothers. You get used to the mess." We started talking about everything, and we listened to some music. We both admited that we love music from the 40's, and I put on one of my Glenn Similler CD's. He was telling me about the school when I just glanced out the window. I was pretty sure I saw a girl standing outside the window smiling. I did a double take, and Bysshe turned in his seat to see what I was looking at. "What?"

"I..., I thought I saaa..ww aa girrrll stttandiing oooutt ttthhheerre!" I studdered. I was petrafied. Had I really saw someone standing there smiling at me? And why was she smiling?
Bysshe shot up and peered out the window. "I don't see anybody."
"But there was! She was standing there, smiling, and then when I looked again, she had vanished. You have to believe me. I wouldn't make anything like this up!"
"Don't worry, I believe you. But Pip, there's no ledge," he turned around to face me, the color drained form his face.
"There has to be!" I shouted shrilly. "I saw her. She had light brown curly hair like mine, and was wearing a blue dress with a white collar."
"Maybe it was the light. Or maybe you saw your reflection."
"But she WAS there! I know she was!" The skin on my arms was starting to prickle. "I wanna get out of here, it's getting really cold," I added when I noticed I was shirvering.
"Yeah, maybe we should."

"Come on, I'll show you where they met their 'fate'," Bysshe dared. "Come on! Don't be a scardy cat. Your not afaid of a little thing like a ghost, are you?"
I swallowed back the lumped that had formed in my throat, "Uhuhn. There's no such thing." So he tugged me up the stairs to the light house. 'It'll be fun!' he had said. So far I wasn't having any fun.
"This is the exact spot where they jumped," Bysshe commented matter-of-factly.
"How do you know?"
"Because I was there," he whispered in my ear, giving me slight chills and not because he was a major hottie.
"And how in the world could you have been there?" I asked, slightly annoyed. He was taking this too far.
"Huh? I didn't say anything. What are you talking about?"
"Oh. My. Sim! I'm going insane, Bysshe. I'm going to end up on that horrible show they play called 'A Haunting' that those families go on because they say they were haunted by the spirit of some dead guy who had died in their house like 100 years ago!"
"Sshh, no your not."

"Sim, your house is always so cold," Bysshe remaked suddenly. "It seems like it gets colder by the minute, too."
"It's the middle of summer, Bysshe, for Goopy's sake! Plus you have a jacket and your rediculous ski cap on!" Rediculously cute maybe is more like it. "Maybe your chilled with fever," I reached over and placed the back of my hand against his cheek and then forehead. It was surprisingly cool. I wanted to just lean over, and kiss him. I quickly pulled away, and he scooted over towards the arm of the sofa. There was an akward silence.
Bysshe broke the silence, "Lies, I have something to tell you." Wait? Did he just call me Lies?
"Lies?!"
"No, I would never lie to you, Pip. What made you think that?"
"You called me Lies. Why would you call me that?"
"Lies? I think that was Calibre's nickname for Elisabeth."
"Does everything have to be about that stupid ghost story, Bysshe? I mean sometimes I want to talk about something other than 'Elisabeth and Calibre.' I'm so sick of it!"

I placed bottle of nail polish remover down, and slammed the tiny drawer shut. The contents rattled as they slid to the back of the drawer.
"Pippa," I turned around. Nothing.
"No matter what Bysshe says, I still think I'm going insane!" I shouted at my reflection, when I caught sight her goulish outline. A smile crept across her face.
"You know what you have to do."
"Great now I'm hearing voices. I'm no better than a loon on loony tablets. Might as well check myself in to the phsyc ward while I'm at it."
"He has to go. This time we have to do it."
"Who has to go, and where? Theres nowhere to go for miles."
"Calibre. It's his fault!" The small victrola trinket that was resting on my vanity started to rattle. "I want him gone!" It flew across the room, smashing into a million bits as it colided with the wall.
"Whoa, someone's got a temper, and explain to me how I'm supposed to off someone who's been dead for 64 years?
"He goes by a new name now. Bysshe." She whispered calmly, dissapearing.

I couldn't sleep after what she had just told me, never mind the fact that I thought I was going crazy, or it was just a natual ablity of mine to talk to dead people who look like me. Bysshe? Calibre? Elisabeth and me? How were we all interlinked? What was I supposed to do? Lies wanted me to get Bysshe to kill himself, but that would be like me killing him myself. I mean that's murder. Plus, he's my friend. I can't kill my only friend. Plus what if he likes me back, and then we start going out. I mean that would be pretty akward. My trying to kill him, talking to ghosts, and macking on him when I know that he is the reincarnation of a guy whose been dead for 64 years!
"He has to die! It's his fault, and now he has to suffer!"
"This is really getting..." I got cut off by the radio. The dial turned through the static. It finaly rested on the song 'One for my Baby' by Fred Austaire. It was on of my favorite songs.
"And make it one more for my baby, and one more for the road," Lies softly sang, beautifuly.

"I mean, I don't know what's going on anymore." I finished. Bysshe gave me a serious look, and then smiled.
"You know, what it sounds like? You've got a polterguist on you hands."
"Come on. A polterguist? I'm not being sucked into other demensions, Bysshe. I have a revengeful spirit keeping tabs on me." He threw his head back, and laughed. "Gosh, you don't have to make fun of me!"
"Oh, I'm sorry, Pip. I didn't mean it that way. It's just, I realized something."
"What, that I'm crazy. That I'm the one who flew into the cuckoo's nest, instead of over it?" I said, enjoying it.
"No, that your funny."
"What part of polterguists are funny?"
"See, I told you it was a polterguist!" We both laughed. Then he stopped and cocked his head to the side, "Your hair, it's... different."
"You don't like it? After last night, I couldn't stand looking like her no more, so I straightened it. It looks horrible doesn't it."
"No, you, I mean it, looks gorgeous. I mean it."

"Bysshe Canttin."
"Yes, Miss Beaumont?" Bysshe's hoarse voice crocked.
"Pratell, what did you do over the summer," Miss Beaumont's voice rang clear and reverbarated off the walls. She was supposedly the meanest teacher at Crumplebottom Acadamy for Bright, Young Scholars. You could never tell it though by her firery red hair, and pencil thin body. Her eyes did all the talking.
"Well, I hung out with Pippa Shea, the new girl, and we became good friends. Pippa lives on Forgotten Isle. Her dad mans the lighthouse," He added nervously. His hands were shaking. Where was the wise-aleck I had come to love over the summer. He was completely different. "We spent..."
"Lord and Lady of the Forgotten," someone coughed into ther hand. Someone else snickered.
"That's quite enough," Miss Beaumont repremanded, spinning on her heal and staring down the blonde girl in the back.
"But I wasn't doing anything, Miss Beaumont. I have this horrible cold, and...," She imedently stopped when a voice came over the speaker.

After the headmaster, Mr. Clark, was through with the morning announcments, Miss Beaumont finish scolding the blonde in the back. I looked over at Bysshe and flashed him a reasuring smile. He hurriedly glanced back down at his hands that were folded in his lap. I felt a tap on my shoulder, and spun around in my seat.
"Hi, I'm Lindsay. You're Pippa, right? So do you really live on Forgotten Isle? Have you seen the ghost. I suppose Lord Bysshe already told you about how they died, right?" Lindsay interogated, her gum popping and cracking with each word she said.
"Uhh, yeah. Um why do you call him Lord Bysshe?"
"You mean Lord Bysshe of the Forgotten? You can't figure it out? Well, let me give you a little advice, hun. You stick with him and you'll be a loser with a capital 'L' before the day's through. You're pretty, and I bet you're smart. You would be welcome to sit at my table at lunch, but you gotta leave the Lord behind. Or are you already Lady Pippa of the Forgotten, too?" She finished.

"What happened in there? You like totally went Herman's Hermit on me."
"I don't know. I told you I have no friends. Th..."
"Correction. You had no friends. You have me now. I don't care if they call us Lord and Lady of the Forgotton."
"You mean it," His eyes flickered with hope. "I saw Lindsay talking to you. I heard her invite you to sit at her table. That means that she was inviting you to be popular, one of the Bubbles."
"Bubbles? Why do they call them selves the Bubbles?"
"Because they are all blonde, and blondes are supposed to be airheaded, but they're really smart. And because bubbles pop, and popular has the word pop in it."
"And they're supposed to be smart?" I joked, he cracked a smile, his first of the day.
"You think you're sooo funny!" He joked back with me, his eyes laughing with amusement. He was about to say something else, when the bell rang. Lockers started to slam, and everyone was rushing to their next class.
"I'll see you at lunch," I called over my shoulder.

"Now remember, don't let her stay up too late, Pip. She has to go to nursery school in the morning," My mother added, placing little Lyndi on the floor with her toys.
"I know, mum. And you have your cell on in case of an emergency, and remember to check all the doors and windows after you leave. I think I'm old enough to watch my three year old sister. I mean, I AM sixteen, mum."
"I know, its just I worry so much. I wish your dad didn't have to go to those stupid dinner meetings. I just sit there with a grin on my face, acting like I understand all the jibberish they talk about. I look like a fool."
"I'm sure you don't, Mrs. Shea," Bysshe complimented, and mum, being the southern bell that she is, looked down and blushed. The perfect ettiquete that she had instilled in me, and soon Lyndi.
"Why thank you, Bysshe. You're such a sweetheart," her accent drawing out the words.
"Sherri! Come on! We're already running late. I'm sure Pip knows the number for 911!" My father yelled jokingly.

We heard the sound of the car's motor fade away. SNL droned on. It was a repeat, that we had both saw before. Lyndi sat on the floor by my feet playing with her teacups, and jibbering to herself. The night wore on, I took Lyndi upstairs to bed, and sat down beside Bysshe. He had turned it to the old horror flick, Physco, by Alfred Hitchcock. One of my favortie movies. It was the old black and white version, the one with the chocolate syurp. I scooted closer to him as the movie progressed. I felt him place his arm around me, I felt secure, like all of the weird things that had been happening were a dream. I snuggled into the croc of his arm, and smelled the combanation that was him. Oldspice aftershave, the sea, and laundry detergent. I felt his breath on my neck as we sat there. I was content, until I heard him call my name and shake my arm. I moaned and relized I had fell asleep. "I fell asleep?" I asked slightly embarresed, I mean I had been cuddling him in my sleep.
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"Uh, yeah. Umm, you were saying something in your sleep."
Oh, my Sim! I was like that one eighties song about how he knew his girlfriend loved him and stuff, because she said it her sleep! Next, Bysshe will be wearing his sunglasses at night! "What was I saying? Oh. My. Sim. What did I say?"
Bysshe hesitated. I felt for sure he knew about what I had been dreaming about. "Uh, you said something about Calibre, and him jumping off the lighthouse. Then you started talking about laundry detergent."
What a relief! I thought for sure he knew. Now he just thinks that I dream about washing clothes. "I don't even know how to turn a washing machine on, I swear!" I blurted out.
"Oh, well, neither do I." I felt place his arm around me, only this time it was for real. "You wanna play a game?"
"Sure," I answered praying that it wasn't like spin the bottle or something, I mean I like him it's just I'm not ready for that.
"Come on then," he said, jumping up from the couch.

I relized Bysshe was going to the top of the lighthouse. As we trecked across the polished rock in the moonlight, he began to sing. "It's quarter to three. There's no one in the place, but you and me." I started humming along, when I relized that Bysshe was singing really well. Normaly, Bysshe couldn't carry a tune in a bucket, but tonight he sounded perfect. Like a crooner. I had heard someon singing that song not that long ago. Who was it?
"Bysshe, what are we doing?"
"You said you wanted play a game," he laughed. This was so unlike him. I wonder whats come over him. We stood on the balcony that wrapped it's self around the top of the lighthouse. There was a storm coming, you could smell it. "Now stand here, and I'll stand here." he said postioning himself paralle with the gaurdrail.
"Be careful."
"Nothings going to happen. I want to play the secret game. Have you ever played it before?"
There was something strange about him that I couldn't just put my finger on.
"Uh, no. How do you play?"

"Well, I'll tell you a secret, and if you didn't know it, it's your turn, but if you did know it, you step up on to the gaurdrail. Each one you know the higher I go, and the same goes for you. Ready?"
"Uhmm..."
"Okay, I lied to you when I said that you only mentioned laundry detergent. You said some other things, too," a milachious grin spread across his face, like the Chesire Cat.
"I..., I didn't know that," I stammered, trying to hide the fact that I pretty much knew that.
"Your turn."
"Umm, I'm adopted," I said, knowing full well that he didn't know that.
"I knew that," he lied. He stepped up onto the lowest rung or the railing.
"Bysshe, I don't..."
"Ssh! It's my turn," he snapped, cutting me off. "Okay, I dated Lindsay Walters back in ninth grade."
I gasped, "I didn't know that! I thought you hated the Bubbles?"
"Okay, you're turn!" He exclaimed cheerfully.
"Umm, I used..." I was cut off by the sound of the door being thrust open.

"Pippa! Bysshe! What in the world's name are you doing out here in the middle of the night!" My mother shouted at us. I looked down at my watch and relized it was half past twelve.
"Mum," I cried, running towards her. I hadn't relized I was crying till I tasted the saltiness of my tears.
"Don't take one more step either of you!" Bysshe shouted. "If you do, I swear I'll jump!"
"Bysshe don't do this, whatever's wrong we can help you."
"It's not Bysshe, mum. Something's wrong. He's been acting funny." As the words came out of my mouth, Bysshe started climbing up the railing. He was thowing his leg over it, when I found myself grabing him around the waist. "Bysshe! Wait you can't jump! I love you! Bysshe!"
Something in him snapped, and he glanced around confused. "What happened?" I managed to pull him back over.
"Bysshe? Is that really you?"
"Why wouldn't it be? What? Did you think I was possesed?" As mum helped him inside, I nonticed her standing there, crying, but her eyes shone with madness.

~Epilouge
"I can't believe you're really leaving." It was two months later. Mum and Dad thought it would be a good idea to move back home, away from the water.
Bysshe had spent most of it in the hospital. It changed him. He was no longer constantly talking about the 'legend'. Instead, he talked about baseball all the time. He had cut his hair, and had lost his ski cap somewhere along the line. He looked completely different. Not that it made him less cuter or anything.
"I know. I'm going to miss you." I sniffled as he wraped his arms around me, and pulled me into a hug. "You better not forget me!"
"How could I forget the Lady of Forgotten Isle?"

Well, this is the end. I have worked so hard and am so proud of how it turned out. I have been working on this for a while it seems. I kept getting writer's block. I'm so glad I'm finished though. So what did you think? I know my pictures still aren't the best, but I'm getting there.
Well, usualy I would leave you with some thoughts to ponder, but this is only a one-parter. So it's up to you to decide what happens to Pippa. Now just because this is the end of this story, doesn't mean it's the end of Pippa and all her friends. They might just pop up somewhere else. So keep your eyes peeled!
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Dunkle15444