we left the cemetery fifteen till midnight. i told the boy about my curfew at twelve, which he merely nodded at.
the walk back was quiet. he didn't say anything, so i didn't either.
until i did.
"my name's katrina."
mister ghost seemed a little surprised. i think. i still couldn't quite tell.
"okay," he said, dismissing it just like that.
"really? i know we don't know each other, but we just hung out. for three hours. you won't even give me your name?"
"no."
i stopped trying to figure him out.
[alert alert: i'm super stressed out
the psat is actually tomorrow and i'm missing four periods getting it done?? how am i supposed to make up everything with band and not enough time
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apparition aspect {short story}
Short Story"why did ghosts not have cut-out mouths?" [short story by miranda; lowercase intended]
