Actually, I'm Not Alone
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I was born with the special ability to see those who are invisible. Those are what I call friends. But to those who don't understand, my friends are scary ghosts.
I look like I'm talking to someone when I'm alone, I laugh at things when no one jokes, and sometimes I cry for no reason, too.
People keep me away because of my strange behaviour, they think I'm crazy. They also told others not to have friends with me, and left me alone.
But I don't care what people think of me.
Because they don't know that actually I'm not alone:)
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