Two Lost Souls

4

About a week has gone by and even if Jeanne and Thomas didn't talk, he often followed her in the house. It was the last day before her school started and she was very nervous. That night, Thomas heard her cry before she slept in.

It was the first school-day and Jeanne was never as nervous as now.  'What if they don't like me? What if I emberass myself as always? What if I say something inappropiate?' She asked herself every minute.

That morning was more stressfull than usually. Thomas watched as Jeanne jumped on a thing she called 'motorbike' and rode off the direction of the town. He sighed. The house suddenly became empty again, since everyone was at school or at work.

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Time passed and Thomas killed the time with reading, just as he did back than, as the family didn't buy the mansion yet. Suddenly he heard the Maindoor open and some keys drop onto the shelf, wich was built up next to it. He put the book, he was currently reading back, where it was and sneaked out the library, still unvisible. He found Jeanne drop herself onto a couch wich was placed next to the stairs. She dropped her backpack on the floor and sighed loudly.

"Hi Thomas. Haven't talked in a while." She said looking to the man's direction. He made himself visible. "How did you know, I was here?" She chukled a bit.  "I knew the whole time. First I didn't know what it was, but you kinda radiate coldness. I know it's kinda dumb." Thomas sat next to her.
"How was school?" She leaned back in her seat. "Nothing special. Normal class. Not simpatetic teachers. Was a bit lonely though."

She stood up. "I'm gonna draw something. Just gonna go get some inspirations." She ran up the stairs, into her room, Thomas right after her. "So, will the whole year be like this one?" She looked the ghost into the eyes. "Even worse. This was a chill day. Usually school'll be longer and in the second semester my depression will get worse and I'll have some panic attacs. It's usually like that." She earned an odd look from Thomas. "Are you sure you want to go to school, Jeanne?" She shrugged. "Not like I have any other choice." He led her out her room as she got her art-supplies. "21th century is horrible..." He mumbled and heard a soft chukle from the girl next to him.
"Wait I should change. These are one of my favourite clothes. I don't wanna destroy them." She ran back into her room, shutting the door after herself.

After some minutes she came out the room with short sweatpants and sports-crop top on. Thomas was definatly staring and even if she tried to ignore it, she couldn't.

"You know staring is rude."
Thomas knew, if he'd still have blood, his cheeks would be red as hell.
"I apologies, but is it normal to girls in this century to wear... things like that?"
She blinked at her outfit.
"Oh some are running around in sports-bra that's nothing." She put her things onto the shelf. "I'm going running. Maybe into the woods." She started to walk out the house but turned back before she left. "But I'm sure you're enjoying the view." She winked and off she ran.

Time has passed and the other family members came home one by one. Thomas was pacing in the Main Hall and got more stressed in every second that passed without Jeanne coming back.

Soon the sun lowered on the sky and the blue of the eternity started to turn gold, but there was still no sign of the girl.

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So I managed to write another chapter. Wonders can happen everyday, I must say. Here is the deal: I'm mentally shitty right now. We have 3 weeks of school, but I swear I won't survive that long. I won some shitty art- competition of our town and I tell you guys it was too much atention. And people touched me. Like on my back. THEY DIDN'T EVEN ASK IF I WAS FEELING ALRIGHT WITH IT. And today it turned out the bro of one of my friends thinks I look hot. And to be honest I think that's quite disgusting. I mean we talked like... twice?  And I tell you the dude's really Not. My. Type. And bonus: I get along pretty well with their mother and she ships us fr. It's DISGUSTING.