That ghost girl

Chapter 11 ( Thomas's pov)

It had been a few weeks since she had ran off that day. I wanted answers, but I think I pushed her too hard. She didn't seem to have enjoyed our conversation. I mean I did put her on the spot. I lay on my bed staring at the ceiling. I was worried about her. A ghost. Yet I don't know why. Curiosity was never this overwhelming before. "I've had enough of this. Homework!" I say as I sit up straight and look ahead of myself. I was a nerd and had to get my homework done. Seems like a good mix as to spend my time.

Before I knew it, darkness fled through my room. Night had fell upon us! I seemed to have fallen asleep and had just woken up. My eyes were druping from just waking up. Take care of her. A voice had spoken to me. I tried to look around but was too tired to notice anything. Sleep had taken over a second afterwards.

Waking up to the gleaming sun. It was 9 am and I was late for school. I was already over an hour late so I just took my time, but eventually I decided to just take the day off. My parents weren't home so I had an excuse.

After a few hours of Netflix, I got really bored. It had been a few days since I saw that girl and I kept returning to our spot to see if she was there. Unfortunately, she was never there. Now I go straight home after school, do homework and binge watch anime and Netflix. Today a chill ran through me though. Followed me through-out my day. I was curious of what this was. I felt the sudden urge to go and calm myself at my spot.

After the long hike, I find the sun has already set. I did bring my microscope with me this time so I can stargaze. My parents allow me to do this sometimes and luckily today was a day they allowed it. I set it out and put my things on the far bench to my right.

I spotted a few constellations which I see regularly so I could spot pretty quickly. Then as I turn my microscope to the moon a face was there. I jumped back and tripped over. Rubbing my back, I look up and notice that girl again. "Where have you been?" I almost shout at her, before remembering she can't talk. I get up and run over to my bag, scurrying for a notebook and pen. I grab them in each hand and turn around to find her right in my face. I feel a drop of sweat roll down my face. She walks around me very slowly, taking a good look at me as if I were a statue of some sort. I smile nervously at her and she returns to standing in front of me. I stretch out my hands and hand her the notebook and pen which she takes gratefully with a nod. My arms take a few seconds to return to my sides, but my head still lay on my shoulders as if I was a turtle trying to retreat into his shell. She was strange!