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Part Two –

Previously on Miracle, the Ghost Mommy Baby: Ghost goes into grocery store, steals milk, night crew chases ghost, find empty milk bottles next to fresh grave, grave is dug up, live baby is found. The baby is named Miracle, put into foster care, shuffled around from house to house, and teased at school, joins the Goth kids, starts using drugs. At age fifteen Miracle is placed with Joseph and Carolyn Comet where she is farced into a sweat shot doing laundry. Her attempt at escape fails and the daughter of the Comet’s, Sabrina is about to reveal a huge secret to Miracle.

“There’s a reason you and I look so much alike…It’s because…we’re…you and me…well…we’re…”
Miracle’s eyes opened wide with anticipation, her teeth clinched tight behind her pale lips.
“We’re twins.” Sabrina stepped back and waited for the exaggerated response. Silence fell across over the basement, up until the 13 year old Haitian boy in the back farted. “Pardon.” He said sheepishly.

Miracle’s eyes glared straight ahead. She wasn’t fazed a bit by the gaseous expulsion of the tan boy back in the corner. Sabrina, on the other hand, pinched her nose with her thumb and forefinger. “That was effing gross you effing illegal!” The other children giggled as the boy ducked under the table he was standing next to. “I’ll show them.” He said. “Just wait and see. I’ll rule this world one day.” Then the table legs broke in half and the 1300 pounds of equipment came crashing down on the boy’s head. Which as you can imagine, pretty much killed not only him, but his world ruling plans as well.

‘Focus!’ Miracle yelled. Sabrina snapped her laughing mouth shut and jerked her head back to Miracle’s.

“What? Oh…” Sabrina stuttered. “I was so kidding. We’re not twins. We just look a like. Seriously though, you wanna get out of here?” Miracle shook her head yes. “Ok, no biggie. Here, take my clothes and go upstairs.” She began to disrobe. Go directly to my room and pretend you’re going to bed. At 10 minutes after midnight, mommy and daddy will be tied up, literally…they’re swingers and tonight is BDSM night at the neighbors. Slip out the back door and you’ll be free. Just promise you won’t tell anyone how you got out. Las time this happened mommy and daddy gave me a proper beating with a rubber spatula.” (To clarify. Yes, Sabrina and Miracle could be twins, but Sabrina is actually 18 and only removes her dress and is wearing long 19th century style underwear that covers her from next to toes. Ya pervs.)

And so it was, ten minutes after midnight Miracle was free. She ran as fast as she could to her friend Wendy’s house. Banging on the door as hard as she could, frantic, looking behind her to make sure no one had followed her; Miracle was desperate to get in. The door swung open. There, in a Hello Kitty night shirt stood a half awake Wendy.

“What on Earth? How do you know where I live? I’ve never seen you outside of school?” She asked confused.
‘Don’t worry about that.’ Miracle said as she forced her way in. ‘Sure, it doesn’t make sense, since there’s no way I could never know that seeing how I’ve locked in a basement that past 9 months.’
“Nine months?” Wendy questioned. “That explains the belly I guess.” Miracle looked down at her swollen abdomen for the first time since she’d been with the Comets.

‘But…but. Wendy. I’m still a virgin.’ Miracle said, confused of her condition. Wendy looked at her puzzled. “Follow me.” She said waving her hand at Miracle.

As the two sat in Wendy’s room trying to untangle the mess that Miracle’s life became in her 9 month past, they pondered all of the options. Finally, just as the sun crept up over the horizon it dawned on them. Miracle was the second coming of the Virgin Mary, with a slight name change. The child she carried in her womb was to be the Messiah reborn. Miracle cried as this revelation consumed her. Wendy held her tight and rocked her gently as the two fell asleep.

“HOLY GOOD GAWD OF EVER LASTING GRACE!!!! What the eff is that smell?” Wendy screamed as she was forced from her slumber several hours later. Startled, Miracle shot up 90 degrees looking around confused and frightened. “Holy crap Miracle. Was that you?”

Miracle sniffed the air, her face melted into a sour frown. ‘That is nasty. Sweet me that’s nasty. Did I poot in my sleep and wake you up?”
“Yes you did… Sweet lord… What di - - OMG! Miracle! Your belly…It’s gone.”
Miracle looked down, her hands slowly found their way onto her now flat stomach. ‘It’s a me! It’s a me! I’m not pregnant with the son of man any more. What a relief!’

And so the two loaded up the bong and smoked a few bowls.

By the time miracle turned 18 she was once again all alone. Living on the streets, begging for food and money, she often had to resort to turning tricks to feed her habit. So every day and night see stood on the corner working the ball under the cup trick. Over and over winning a few bucks here and there. Once night a mysterious man wearing a long black coat and black hat pulled low over his eyes, approached Miracle at her corner. “I would like to play your game.” He said. Miracle advised him it would be only a dollar the first time, but the longer he played the higher the stakes would get. The man shook his head yes in acceptance of her terms. ‘Just follow the ball. See it here, see it, here, now here.’ She said, then quickly moved the cups and ball around the makeshift table. “Ok mister, where is it?” She asked. He stood motionless and silent. “Umm, mister, where’s the ball?” Still nothing. She waited a few more minutes. “Ok, well then, I guess you really don’t want to play after all. I’m keeping the dollar though.” She said as she looked up at the man. He started to move, drawing his hands from the coat’s deep pockets then crossing his arms across his chest tucking his hands so that they couldn’t be seen. “You ok mister?” She asked. The man shook his head yes. Miracle caught a small glimpse of the man’s chin. It was very skinny. Grey in color, streaked by withered black lines of rotten skin. Miracle stepped back away from the table. “Are you the undead?” She asked. Again, the man shook his head yes. “Do I know you? Why are you here? What do you want from me?” Miracle sputtered out. ‘The question is not what I want from you, but what you want from me.” The man said in a deep growl. “Look here mister…I-I- don’t want anything from you. You just scurry on along. I got no business with you.” Miracle said with shake voice. ‘It’s not that easy.’ The man replied. ‘You see, I’ve been traveling a long time, a long way to give you something. Something you’ve longed for your entire life.’ Slowly he grabbed the lapels of his coat. Tiny bit by tiny bit he pulled them apart. A bright light began to shine from the opening, blinding Miracle. She covered her eyes with hand in an attempt to see beyond the white beam. Her eyes began to slowly focus…She began to make something out…
More to come…