Ghost Girl

I'm just a little girl.
I had a family.
I had friends.
But then I wandered off too far.

My name is Marinette, I am 7 years old, and I died 2 years ago. I don't remember how I did, and I don't feel dead. I still have a beating heart; I can still feel emotions and things, but no one can see me. They can feel me when I touch them, and they can hear me when I talk, but they can't see me. I still need to eat every so often and sleep for a few hours. I have learned how to live with it... so to speak, and I have just dealt with it. I still live in my old home, even though my family has moved out.

They wanted to get away from everything so they moved to Paris, and left me behind. They left me my favorite doll and doll house though! And I play with it all day and night, and only stop for a few hours to take a nap. I can even go in the doll and make it move as if it were my body. So that's what I would do all day and night. It was nice, but it got lonely sometimes.

That's why I was so happy when the new family moved in. It was a mom, dad, a boy, and a young girl around my age. When the little girl went up to the attic and saw the doll and doll house a huge smile spread across her face and ran to tell her parents. They told her that she could go up there whenever she wants to play with it. I was a little upset that I would have to share my doll and doll house, but then I got over it because it's better to play with others then by myself.

The little girl would come up and play every day, so after a few weeks passed I decided to tell her that I was here too. I was standing in a corner and said, "Hello, my name is Marinette, can I play with you?" The little girl looked around but couldn't see me.

"Where are you at?" she asked.
"You can't see me, I'm like an imaginary friend, but real," I replied.

​She looked around once more, still confused and then said, "Sure! Come and play!"

I then walked over and touched her shoulder, "Want to see a cool trick?"

"Sure!" I then went into the doll.

"It's me! I'm in the doll! Now I can play with you!" She laughed then clapped her hands. We played all day long. It became routine, she would get ready for school, go to school, come home, eat/do homework, and then around 4:40ish she would come up to the attic and play with me in the doll house. And when we became closer, I started hanging out with her more. I would go in the doll and go with her everywhere, and when I felt like leaving the doll I just followed her around. I especially loved it when we went to school, only because then I could help her do magic tricks to impress her friends. But then one day a bully came over to her at recess. He started to call her names and pull her hair, so I decided to teach him a lesson.

It was lunch time and the bully walked up to us and took the doll from her hands, then he started making fun of her because she always carried the doll. So I walked up to him and grabbed his wrist. "You have a problem with it?!" I whispered in his ear. He stepped back and looked around, but saw nothing.

"W-who said that?!" Everyone looked at him confused.

"Answer my question first!" I whispered back. He stood up straight and put on a tough guy act.

"So what if I do?!" Everyone looked at him as if he was crazy.

"You will have to deal with me then." I yanked the doll out of his hands and gave it to my friend. Then I turned back around to face the bully, I looked him dead in the eye, my heart was beating fast, my breaths became heavy and for a split seconded it seemed like he could see me, but was too angry to care. I grabbed both his wrists and picked him up in the air. I dangled him there for a second so everyone could see his terrified face, then I threw him into the lockers. After, he got up and ran away crying. I looked over to my friend to see everyone crowded around her, they were all cheering as if she did that, but she didn't. I did. She smiled for a second but then pushed aside them to get to me, she somehow knew where I was and gave me a big hug.