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Teenage Ghost
Eartha returned to her little apartment. She was worn out and tired from selling mystic fashion accessories to the local teenagers before their first day of school.
The thought of the first day of school only made her feel more tired. She had tried in vain for months to find some sort of concert or sporting event. They simply lived too far out from any city deemed “Cool”.
There had been one though that came to mind with the starting of a new school year. School functions. School plays, choir assemblies, band performances. These things always brought parents with cameras and video recorders.
The only problem is by the time children are high school age their parents aren’t as interested in filming them anymore. Even in middle school there wouldn’t be enough for a good charge. An elementary school though would be packed.
She counted off the months on her fingers. August, September, October, November. There was always a Thanksgiving play, and if that wasn’t good enough, Christmas was right around the corner. It was perfect.
Now the only problem was how to go to an elementary school play without being invited.
Jeff sat in the treehouse opposite Evan. He watched his friend reading a comic book.
Then Evan sat up and looked straight at Jeff.
For a moment Jeff thought he was visible again.
Then Evan began to speak, “I don’t know where you are Jeff, but I hope where ever it is you’re safe.” Evan glanced out the window towards the house. “It isn’t the same without you here. I mean, I’m glad my mom has turned normal again. It’s just, this isn’t how it was supposed to be. This was supposed to be “Our” year. We were going to be the cool kids. We.” Evan lowered his head. “Now it’s just Me.” Evan sighed deeply.
Jeff reached out to touch Evan’s shoulder, but his hand went through.
“It’s like starting all over again.” Evan’s phone vibrated. A text from his mother flashed on the screen calling him to bed. He looked away from the phone, “If you were here, I wouldn’t have to go in. We could stay out here all night.”
Evan walked in the door and was hugged tightly by his mother.
“It’s the first day of school tomorrow, you need to get plenty of rest.” she tussled his hair and sent him off to bed.