Pitter-pattering of rain.
"Why are you crying?"
The question fluted up the tree before it could stop itself. What a waste! it chided crossly. Such a waste of breath. And the girl on the tree hadn't even heard her.
She'll come down, the ghost noted, with fever. It plopped to the ground, looking with distaste as water slipped through its arms and legs. Then its head jerked like a marionette. Friendship was stumbling into action, friendship in the form of frantic voices and outstretched hands.
"LIA! Where - ? Oh, we've been so worried. "
"Hey, come down! Wait, wait, we'll catch you - LIA!"
A flurry of leaves and laughter. Cold, the ghost watched on.
The white stone behind the school, somewhere close by the rest of her, said.
"I am
going
to -
Gone."
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General Fiction"Lia found a ghost in the library, and petted it." This is my first story. Hope you find something for you inside.
