Fucking finally. Probably won't update for months, but… at least I wrote this. ※〜※〜※ There is a ghost enrolled in the Autumnvale High School. One that no one has ever seen before. She's not dead, very much a tangible, living being. It's not that she never shows up to classes, either. She has only missed a few since joining the school her freshman year -- like everyone else. "Like everyone else" is the perfect phrase to describe her. She teeters on a thin ledge, always wearing the trending clothing slightly too late to be considered fashionable. Her grades are in the B's and C's. Not too low and not too high. Everything about her is nondescript. She's a permanent fixture in the corner of the classroom, no more interesting than the dusty bookcase she sits next to. Linden Clark is the girl who's never been seen. ※〜※〜※ A faint trickling filters through the other sounds of the gloomy afternoon, threading itself through her ears. Linden frowns. That's odd. It hasn't rained for exactly two weeks, three days, and eleven minutes, by her rough estimate. The sound -- almost like water dripping from a gutter -- has no logical source. No one else is around to be causing it. She stands up from her relaxed position on the bench and takes a couple steps forward. The sound becomes about 0.3 decibels louder, and she continues to walk in the same direction. As she walks, she observes everything -- the cracked pavement, worn down from years of use; the gap in the chain link fence, five yards and two feet from the gate; the rotted, mildewy wood of the buildings. Linden silently pushes open the rusted gate and enters the building on feathery feet. Passing the "closed for renovation" signs and construction equipment, she peers around the splintering doorframe into the room adjacent to the foyer. A man is pouring yellowed liquid out of a startlingly vivid red can. It spatters on the floorboards, leaving a haphazard line on the wood dry from a lack of water for years. Barely a second passes before she registers what it is. He spits his cigarette onto the liquid, a plume of smoke gently drifting away. Small sparks burst from the spot on the ground, and they rapidly transform into slivers of flame, doubling in size by the second. It quickly spreads along the brittle planks. The man slips from the room, most likely to exit quietly from the back. Sirens are already faintly detectable in the distance. Linden moves to follow him, but her path is already blocked by the rapidly approaching fire. She curses under her breath and darts out the door. "Miss! Miss!" A stout police officer blocks her path. "Are you-" "C-can I please get a blanket?" she interjects, shivering violently. "I'm sorry, I just…" The gullible man nods and hurries off. He evidently doesn't even suspect arson, just a small mishap that terrified an innocent girl. The firemen have already reduced the flames to mere embers. Taking into account the distance to the ambulance, where the blankets usually would be, the policeman's slow gait, and the likelihood of him stopping to converse with his colleagues, Linden quickly estimates that it should take him about three minutes and seven seconds to return. Indeed, exactly three minutes and seven seconds later, he comes back. A blanket is draped messily over his arm. Linden is gone, a whisper of smoke that leaves nothing but a quickly fading memory. The officer looks at the blanket in confusion, as if he has forgotten why he even got it in the first place. "I must be losing my mind." He strides over to the ambulance to return it. By the time he learns the fire had been arson, Linden is nothing but a concerned citizen in his mind. Not the prime suspect. In his police report, he doesn't even mention her. All traces of Linden Clark have been erased from the scene. ※〜※〜※
Finally Sammi, I've been waiting for your story You better update soon or Kelly the Tiger will go Don't make me do it!
Thank you all. Acc, I'll try but no promises. Poor tiger. Lost guy, if you think it's too long you don't have to read it.
Samm! You finally wrote it! It kinda reminds me of Blackridge Prep... But I bet this will be nothing like it.
Oh yeah! I didn't mean like a literal ghost, just figuratively. Thank you shana and sky? I'll update soonish maybe if I have an idea and am not too lazy.
Needs more dialogue. It bored me too, you need to spice it up. Overall it was Alrighty. Not my cup of tea. Good Luck in future chapters and crap. etc ^ PS: I ONLY READ LESS THAN HALF -WAY