That ghost girl

Chapter 10 ( Grace's pov )

I was a bit nervous as I held the book close to me. This was my first time talking to someone and I was still confused why I couldn't talk. I thought for a second tapping the pencil on my lip as I thought. "What's your name?" I write for starters. I didn't know him and I wanted to get to know him and understand why he wants to talk to me. "Thomas!" he said smiling as I showed him. "And you are?" I smile at his question. I rubbed out what I last put with the eraser on the end on the pencil. "Grace" I wrote and showed him. He replied and made me smile, "that's a pretty name," he said. I try to think of another thing to say or ask but before I could he asked me one. "How old are you?" I had to think even though I knew a few days ago. "16" I wrote on the pad and turned it towards him. "We're the same age!" he told me with glee. I felt something weird in my chest but ignored it. "When's your birthday?" I wrote quickly. I thought I should just ask questions that I can also answer as it seemed to only be small talk right now. "Oh, mine's on the twenty-seventh of September," he told me and showed me wide eyes as he awaited for mine. "7th July" I simply wrote and held up for him. He nodded and had a serious face before asking a question. "Where are you from?" I look down as I know why he pulled that face. He knows what I am. Why isn't he scared then? I thought but shuck away from my thoughts.

"I don't remember. All I remember before showing up here was floating in the dark." I wrote to him and looked to my side. I didn't want to lie. I seemed to really trust him. "Oh" was his answer. "Do you know any family? Friends? Memories?" he asks all at once. I was starting to get a little stressed and quickly wrote on the pad before he asked something else. "I can't write that fast, but to answer your questions, no." He looked a bit sad. Like he pitied me. It made me sad to think that he felt like that for me. Made me a bit angry because I'm strong and probably stronger without my memories. I was about to leave but he spoke up. "Do you want to be friends with me?" he asked shyly. I look up at him and see him looking down and fidgeting with his thumbs. He looks up as I put the pad down against my lap and nod with a smile. He smiled back at me. "You're a ghost, right? Do you know that?" he asks. I let out a sigh even though it couldn't be heard and nodded. "My friend recently told me and said you were being tested on. Do you remember any of this?" he asked which made me shocked. Tested on? And apparently someone else has seen me. I shake my head slowly as I look down in wonder. Who could it be? When did this happen? Before he could speak again I gave him back his pencil and drawing pad and ran away. I couldn't handle the stress of this information and I had a strong feeling talking to him was wrong, yet I still had the sensation of wanting to see him again.