La Vie
The thing about ghosts is that they don't know who they are, just there name. The purpose of themselves being ghosts is that they couldn't let go of there lives, denying there deaths and some tried to find out why they died. Days, weeks, months, years, decades, centuries, it took so little to so much time for ghosts to find acceptance of there deaths and release themselves from the earth or to find out why they were dead. Some were lucky enough to know why they were ghosts, but stayed to linger around the world, to fulfill there purpose - like Daniel.
For Ashton (Michaels best friend for 7 months) was still on earth for both reasons. His philosophy of ghosts are; if you wanna find out why you're dead you also find yourself wanting to linger around the world, wishing to be able to taste that bread across the street and vice versa - I mean, can you imagine knowing what it tastes like but forgetting and its rightinyour face.
And well, ghosts aren't aloud to tell the gifted anything about other humans or generally anything that may harm the tear between the "glass mirror" - as Butch once called it - of the human and spiritual world.
Of course, some gifted people see more then just ghosts. The glass mirror has many layers to it. The visibility, the feeling and the hearing. And then a sub mirror that consists of ghosts, demons, gods, people that aren't actually there (broken to be known as schizophrenia), and so many other mirrors that Michael couldn't and wouldn't understand.
The thing about mirrors is that they can't see each other - well they aren't suppose to. Except the demons and the gods, they are too powerful to not see all mirrors. They were the only ones powerful enough to not only see all mirrors but to touch, feel, see, hear, smell and taste from each one. They saw what the real world was like. Nothing pasted them - except an ancient legend, but that's for later.
Michael's guess was that the demons and gods were the ones who decided what goes on in the world. They decided who got the good and the bad. They made the rules. They tried to destroy gifted people (like michael himself) because they weren't aloudto. They were deffects. They were probably the ones who punished ghosts who told the gifted about "gossip" and whatnot, also punished when the gifted told them why they were dead. - this was all to his own theoretical understanding, which his gut told him was almos, nearly 100% right.
Some people call these mirrors dimensions living in our own dimensions but ghosts like to call them mirrors - a world reflecting itself to the point where they wouldn't be able to see from right and wrong.
Another shit part about being a ghost is that they don't know how long they've even been on earth. They relocate time to time with there memories whipped away from them. It really sucked. It had happened to a few close ghost friend Michael had. He was confused why Ashton hasn't relocated, maybe because everything he ever wanted and needed and whatever happened was in that town.
"Wakey wakey sleepy head" a high pitched giggle erupted from in front of him.
You'd think he was use to having a floating figure lay on his desk in the middle of class to tell him to wake up, but he wasn't. He didn't think anyone would anyways.
So he kinda almost fell over but instead hit his head on the desk from the person behind him, only to see the upside down figure with a cute smile, which he himself returned.
"Clifford" Mrs Reed, his English teacher, coughed "anything you'd like to share?"
"I- no" he had bitten his lip and sunk onto his desk.
A small giggle was heard and he knew it was Ashton laughing, because no matter how many times he did, it was like the first.
He nodded his head at Michael all and the boy was confused. The ghost nodded again and Michael huffed lowly. How the hell is he suppose to know what he's say?! He can just say it! No one can hear him!
"Oh right" Ashton had giggled "the Blondie behind you threw a note on your desk. The one from earlier this week"
Michael furrowed his eyebrows at the - God only knows how old he is -older boy but looked down at his desk and his eyes widened. He quickly grabbed the note and fumbled with it, opening it.
You're much cuter upside down
And your smile is killer
Smile more
For me?
Xoxo - Luke
Michael starred at the paper in disbelief. He wasn't sure if it was a prank or anything of a matter but he just shrugged it off and wrote back
No.
Hand shake BC idk u - MichaelGC
And threw it over his shoulder oh so gently.
The bell rang and he groaned to himself because now hell never get a reply, but that's okay. He's use to not having livingfriends.
Michael pulled out his phone and opened a note.
Wtf was that?
The invisible-to-the-rest-of-the-world boy giggled and shook his head. "Dunno"
I'm hungry
"Go eat"
No shit Sherlock. What would I do without you?
"Die?"
Ha. Ha.
"No pun intended"
And then Michael grabbed his tray of spaghetti with a bottle of orange juice, paying for it quickly and trying to rush out so he would be seen by calum and the others, to just have a peaceful day.
Of course, the gods and demons that he cannot see have better plans for him. At least they think it's better.
"Clifford" Calum swung his arm around the boy and chuckled. "Didn't think you'd wanna become fatter with all this startch" he gripped his hold tightly and roared a laughter, leaving a gaping and enraged Ashton.
"If I were alive and actually muscular I'd so be beating his ass to Jupiter right now" he said, causing Michael to try and suppress a smile.
Of course, this very little gesture earned him a front filled with spaghetti and a broken bottle of orange juice. A rotating laughter going around the cafeteria.
"Wow!" He whipped away a tear "that was... Gorgeous!"
"Magnificent" one shouted.
"Beautiful" another snickered
And the comments were swerling, causing him to start and hyperventilate.
A high pit he'd scream was heard by Michael and he turned over to Ashton and saw him with his mouth wide open, fist clenched and eyes screwd shut.
The whole room went silent and Michael looked at Ashton with a quirked eyebrow as his ears stung from the high pitched scream - everyone else just heard a loud buzz.
Michael quickly ran out of the school and sat at one of the trees planted across the school, accompanied by Ashton and a few other ghosts he didn't really know.
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