That ghost girl

Chapter 3 (Thomas's pov)

I wake up with a headache. I must have fell asleep while I was doing my homework. I forgot to eat too! Oh well... I don't have school today and I haven't done much in a while so I might go back up to my viewing place later to relax... and so I can see the sunset again. I think my foster parents will return in a week or two like normally. I start getting changed into fresh clothes. A green polo shirt and blue trousers with a grey jacket. I don't have many nice clothes as most were lost in the fire.

Downstairs, I put some bread in the toaster and get out a carton of orange juice. A very cliche breakfast I know, but I'm not a good cook or very unique. I would call myself standard or plain and boring. Nothing good has happened since the death of my actual parents, but it doesn't surprise me, so I suppose I'm not that normal. At school I don't speak to many people unless it's about work or books. A second later the toaster pops and I go to butter my toast. I wanna go and practise piano today so I'm having a quick breakfast no jam or disgusting peanut butter. I go the living room and turn on the radio. I listen to alternative and pop music like Natasha Macy and Sheldon, however sometimes I do listen to classical music like Mozart as I love to play piano. After thinking about that and finishing my toast I head to my piano room to practise. At the moment I'm learning Moonlight Sonata by Ludwig van Beethoven.

After a while of relaxing and eating breakfast, I decide to take a walk to the shops to pick up a drink. I feel like I want a coke as I haven't had one in a while and I'm probably going to stay at the mountain for a bit. I grab my art bag and put my coat on as I race out the house locking the door behind me. I whistle to the tune of the music I had on in the house, the beautiful tune made my heart beat faster like it reminded me of something a long time ago. Too bad I don't remember...

As I reach the bottom of the mountain, plastic bag in hand, I climb higher and higher until I reach railing along the old path that leads to the top. The hike was hard, but after the climb it was obviously worth it. My thoughts stopped as I spotted a shadowed figure staring over the railing at the beautiful view. It was a figure of a girl with long hair waving in the wind. I stare at her and question, 'why is she here?', 'what is she doing?'. My thoughts suddenly stopped when I saw her grabbed onto the railing and climbed up onto the railing. Fear flooded me and I couldn't move to stop her, but I slowly calmed down as I saw what she was doing. She was balancing on the railing on her tip toes and dancing. It looked like ballet and she seemed to not be smiling. She must be a professional, so I decided I shouldn't bug her. 

I stepped backwards and trip over something behind me. I fall on my back and cause the girl to turn towards me. She was beautiful, looked about the same age as me and was shocked to see me. She walked over to me and helped me up onto my feet. I wanted to thank her but I stuttered by her beauty. She smiled at me and walked back to the railing to dance. I smile back, missing the sensation of her hand on mine. I walk away slowly in shock. I hope I see her again.