Ghosts

"Hey, in my defense, it was only one toaster. I can't afford more than one toasting appliance for my screaming pleasures." I rebuffed easily, flopping down on the chair sat behind me. "Have you come over to offer me another small kitchen appliance?"
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LEIGH- She's lived across from me for a few years now, but has never even spared me a passing glance; I can hear her at night, always convinced she's either being watched by aliens, or haunted by ghosts, or some other less-than-likely scenario. Sure, she's kind of peculiar and introverted, but her odd adventures before dawn make me feel a lot better about my own. I'm not sure why, but I feel obligated to understand the girl living so close who's life I'm not apart of.

CARMEN- My life is great. Sure, I live alone, I keep all of my friends at an arms length, and I have no idea who the people that live feet from me are- but I just see that as freedom. No responsibilities or strings attached. I don't have to worry what people think of me because, honestly, I'm not planning on seeing them again. I'm all I need to be happy (what really IS happy, anyways?) and I keep myself well entertained by midnight ghost hunts or spontaneous trips to interesting places. No matter what people may say about me, I don't plan on changing anytime soon.