ghost • p.jm

• prologue •

My parents are fighting again. This has become a daily ritual. Even when there isn't anything to argue over they fuss about the simplest things like leaving a cup on the table.

I honestly wish I had someone to talk to. Although I'm friends with Avery I'm not comfortable enough to tell her all of my problems. I just... I just don't trust anyone.

I lay my head on my window and stare at the grey sky. One of the perks of having a window seat.

My eyes wander over a beetle that decides to cling itself to the glass.

I bet that beetle has a nice family, and parents that don't fight all the time over useless things.

I suddenly see a boy outside. He's just standing there. He's oddly pale and his skin glows, almost like he's transparent. The strange boy turns around and looks up at me through my window. I begin to examine his features.

He's actually really cute! Maybe I should talk to him. Better than sitting here and listening to my parents fight.

The strange boy smiles and disappears. I gasp and back up from the window, almost tripping over myself. I blink and look outside again. He's not there.

But that's when I realize...

He's a ghost.