Feigan's Ghosts
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  • Time 1h 42m
  • Reads 134
  • Votes 16
  • Parts 20
  • Time 1h 42m
Ongoing, First published Sep 23, 2018
Feigan can see ghosts. And she can fly, and is inhumanly strong. This is what makes her not "completely normal." She has very few relationships with real people and spends most of her time with ghosts. As a freshman in college and living on her own in the dorms, he still doesn't expect much to change, until it does. It all changes, or begins to, when Reed talks to her. 


So. Here I am having a normal conversation with a classmate about our professor's lecture at the end of class when someone calls me from behind.
"Yo, Feigan. Who are you talking to?" they ask nonchalantly.
I pause, look at them, then look at who I was talking to. And I sigh. I mean, you'd think after being like this for eighteen and a half years I'd be better at telling when I'm talking to a ghost or a regular human, but sometimes I just can't tell the difference. Like just now. I was apparently talking to a dead person the whole time when I genuinely thought I was talking to the chick that sat next to me all class long. The chick that has been sitting next to me for the past two weeks since school started.
"Well, dude, if you have to know. I was obviously talking on the phone," I say matter-of-factly and with a bored tone.
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