ghosts | Gracie Abrams

0.4

"hey im talking to you"

"huh, what, sorry, continue"

"no im not gonna continue when you just zoned me out for a solid thirty minutes.."

"whats going on?"

    "Its really nothing, im just tired"

"give it up, you're always tired, and you know why?"

"maybe its cause you never sleep anymore"

"you still on for august's party?"

"yeah im actually excited"

"yea you better be, you stayin at my house after"

To say that the Abrams's house was lavish was an understatement. The abrams had money, they had generations of wealth. Or maybe that's how Charlotte saw it, she never saw any of the Abrams kids work and their parents were always present so that meant they must have been well off, or financially comfortable, as rich people like to call it.

It didn't really bother Charlotte, she never minded having an extra place to call home, especially if it was as lavish as the abrams's house. She had stayed there countless of times, ever since meeting Gracie in grade school, its been her second house, her first home. She would stay there whenever invited, never wanting to stay past her welcomed time, losing her safe place.

Okay, Charlotte might have lied, it did bother her a tiny bit, just a tiny. She wasn't bothered by it, she was more confused. She didn't understand how someone could have the good of both. It was always one or the other in the Harrington household, or at least it was like that until she emancipated herself.

She would be lying if she said that was her own idea, but it wasn't. Charlotte was never good with vocabulary, she honestly had no idea what emancipated even meant until her own brother did it. What type of eleven year old would know what emancipation means. The only thing Charlotte thought of when she heard of emancipation was constipation. But close enough i guess?

Gracie met Charlotte after being put in the same class in third grade. They didn't know each other but Gracie knew Charlotte as the girl that slept in class every single day. The two girls only clicked after their teacher tried to wake Charlotte up after silent reading time. Gracie didn't let her, she wanted Charlotte to sleep, she felt a duty of protectiveness around the girl. Gracie was her guard dog and she wouldn't let anyone get too close to her. She didn't know why she wanted to protect but she just did. Her mom called it empathy, being proud of her little girl growing up to be understanding, but Gracie knew it was more than just a little empathy, she felt interested in the girl. She was captivated by the girl, she wanted to get to know Charlotte.

"ow, what the fuck was that"

"hey, what happened to not saying the fuck work"

"what, you just said it yourself"

"well thats cause you said it first"

        "well i said it cause you threw a fucking hanger straight at my face.."

"what happened to the nice gracie?-"

"the gracie that would tell the teacher to let me sleep"

"that gracie died about five years ago, just like my patience for you did"

"damn it, youre so annoying"

"why am i even friends with you"

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