That ghost girl

Chapter 8 ( Grace's pov )

I headed back to my dancing place as soon as the sun had risen in the sky. My hair glimmered as the sun hit it and my skin almost sparkled from it's paleness. I didn't feel the cold, but didn't feel warm either. I pulled myself onto the railing for my balance exercise. I didn't really know if I actually had to do it now, being dead and all, but I felt calm when I did. Normally when I did this my mind would clear and I could focus on what's around me, but this time only that boy was in my head. Without much emotional feelings I'm unable to understand why. He didn't seem familiar either so I'm not sure what that connection is. Thoughts of him raced through my head like I was addicted to him or something.

As these thoughts kept running through my head, I wake from them with the sensation of falling however it didn't last long. I looked over and see that guy again grabbing my arm and helping me get back up. When did he get here? I thought to myself. "H-hi!" he managed to get out with a small wave once he had pulled me back onto safe land. I looked up at him and open my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. I put my hand to my throat. I couldn't speak anymore! I look down with my hand still to my throat sadly. "You can't speak?" he asked me motioning to my hand. I nod slightly and he lets out a soft sigh. He looked up in thought for a second before putting his finger up. He must have gotten an idea. As he reached into his bag, I looked over his shoulder to see him going through his stuff. A few moments later he came back up almost knocking me of my feet again. He held a pen in his hand and with one arm before bringing it down and handing it to me. "Here, you can use this to talk to me," he said with a smile in his face and dimples which made me smile too. I nod and take the pen but I still couldn't understand why I couldn't speak.