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Teenage Ghost
Vi walked through the empty hallways before school started. “Why haven’t you spoken to me?” she called out, and heard only her echos in reply. “I know you’re in trouble, Jeff. Let me help you.”
She stopped by the plaque that bore his name and glanced at it. “Maybe you can’t speak to me. Maybe you’re in more trouble than you know.”
Vi turned her back to the plaque and glanced around the empty hallway. She muttered to herself, “The dead should be able to speak to the dead.”
She narrowed her eyes. What had happened to him that he couldn’t talk to her? Was it that he wasn’t here? Impossible. As a ghost whenever a person thinks of the dead, it’s like you hear them calling your name from the other room. You go in where they are to answer, but they never see you or notice. She would see him, she would hear him because she was not flesh and blood anymore.
Yet here she stood in absolute silence, in the middle of the hallways he was supposed to haunt. “He should automatically be drown here, like a magnet.” Vi said out loud. “It would never stop.”
She could not figure it out, why wasn’t he here?
She turned around and looked at the plaque. “Someone knows something about where you died here.” she spoke to it. “Someone has felt a cold spot, or goes out of their way to avoid a place.”
She pointed at the plaque and sound almost angry, “I’m going to find you, and I’m going to MAKE you talk to me.”