Ghostly Conversation
Nov 3, 2011 18:02:08 GMT -5
Post by Eloise Standen on Nov 3, 2011 18:02:08 GMT -5
Tag: Rajah.
Note: Again, I'm sorry this took so long.
And that it sucks.
Note: Again, I'm sorry this took so long.
And that it sucks.
Having been at the school for awhile now, it meant a lot to say that the young girl still wasn't completely over the amount of spirits able to be seen around campus. She had to be at least somewhat grateful for it, though. If Eloise weren't able to see them, she'd be without Timothy and therefore without a friend that would stand by her no matter what. Sure, he was a ghost. Why should that mean that they couldn't be friends? And, in fact, they were best friends. Everyone else either ignored her or had drifted away, but Timothy always showed up again. He wasn't a spirit she minded so much. Often times it was easy to forget that he was dead. The others, however, were much worse. Many of them liked to call names and be all-around foul.
Contemplating this as she walked down the steps, Eloise cringed as she saw Agnes in the common room. Agnes had been the first spirit she'd seen at the school upon arriving and one of the largest antagonizers ever known. This particular spirit had tried to convince Ellie for four months that she was crazy and actually in a mental institution. The girl still hadn't quite gotten over this paranoia. Ignoring the spirit as she called out, "Hey, crazy!" Eloise shuffled out of the room and into the biting fall air.
Out here, she shivered slightly and headed to Waterlilly Lake. Her old, ratty clothes weren't a great shield against the cold air. Having been poor all her life, the girl was accustomed to such. Her thin blue jeans had holes in the knees on on her upper left leg. Her hoodie was and old and worn, having been given to her by a friend when she was thirteen. Wrapping her arms around herself, Eloise made it to the lake and walked around it toward the bridge. Halfway across, she stopped and sat. Her legs dangled through the posts of the bridge, down toward the green-blue water below.
Timothy appeared beside her with a serious look, waiting for her to fulfill his daily routine. Ever since he saw her cuts in her second year at St. Gertrude's, he checked every day to be sure none were new. Grudgingly, Ellie pulled up her sleeves and showed him that all marks were scars by now. Once satisfied, he sat beside her and leaned against the posts. They settled into easy conversation about her search for a job. It had occurred to the girl that it would appear odd to those at the school that couldn't see her best friend, but didn't let this bother her. None of them mattered as much as being able to talk to him did. They laughed and conversed happily, though she shivered occasionally due to the cold.