The moon is like a lantern always lighting the sky every night, at least that's what it seemed like to Esme swinging back and fourth on the ancient metal swing set. This playground was like an escape from her picture perfect family her home was somewhere that had never quite felt like home, she was different her pale skin and dark brown hair drab compared to the rest of her family's perfect tan skin, blonde hair and winning personalities.
That's all for now I have school and stuff so probably expect more on the weekends
YOU ARE READING
The Thing About Ghosts
General FictionLOL This is my first story so no judgement, But I hope you enjoy it ahem. sorry for the unfinished first part. Cover image from Pinterest
