That ghost girl

Chapter 1 ( Thomas's pov )

I walk down the long street, alone. The silence spreads through my veins. I have no one. I let my family die in that fire two years ago. I remember screaming as I saw my mom's last tear dry. Her eyes empty, her heart stop. My father left me when I was born. Ran out the hospital. I'm happy I never met that guy. I would never want to be like him. He was afraid to commit to being a father, so he left my mother in pain.

I wake up from my thoughts as I sense the presence of someone walk past me. I stop and turn around to see nothing, yet I swore I felt long hair hit my face gently. I must be going crazy. Even if I was imagining it, my heart was beating like ranting bull. I start to breath heavily trying to stay on my feet and start walking again.

I'm heading to my favourite spot at this place. It's got an amazing view of this lake on top of a small mountain. At sunset it's even better, but I have homework when I get home so I can't stay out late. I don't even know if I'll be able to make it today. The hike takes up a lot if energy and slows you down. At the top is a concrete balcony built on the tip of the mountain. It has two picnic benches set out on each side and a telescope on the railing. The mountain range makes a complete circle around the lake: trees tumble over them. I love it there. I start to climb the steep mountain up to the top. Every step uses every muscle. I use the trees to pull my self up. Half way up I'll find a path that'll make it easier to get up there faster.

I make the hike to the top of the mountains. With the sun still high up in the sky, I sit down on one of the benches and grab my art stuff out of my bag since I've been working on a drawing. The beautiful view stretched beyond eye could see, I look over the lake and begin to draw, but a sudden glint of light catches my eye moving behind the trees. Was someone there? I never knew anyone went down there, unless it's my imagination again. I hope that I'm not crazy. I might finally have an adventure to talk about. As all these thoughts rush through my head, I realised it was time to leave before my parents get home, so I quickly pack my art bag and start to head home.

When I finally reach the bottom of the mountain, the sun had already began to set so I started sprinting down the road to get back.

Finally I reach home. I breath heavily and I can hear my heart in my ears. As I step towards the front door I take in a deep breath and slowly open the door. As I walk in, I notice a note on the tea table so I lock the door and head over to it. The note was written by my foster parents and says, 'sorry, but Michael and I have business in Kenya and we were called immediately. We'll be back in a month! Still so sorry for the late message and I hope you will be fine. There is food in the fridge and make sure your safe. Ps, NO PARTIES!'. As if I'd have a loud event when I have a peaceful home at the moment.
I climb up the stairs and start my homework.