Ezmeralda: Ghost Boy

I finally got fed up of talking to myself, and went over to the new boy. I thought he was new because I hadn't talked to him before, although logically he had been here over a year. Fairies again.

"Hello," I smiled, sitting beside him on a giant bean bag.

"Hi," he said, looking sideways at me. He thought I was mad, I could tell. But I wasn't really, it was just that my emotions were stronger than most people's.

"What's your name?" I asked him. Obviously you can't have a conversation with someone if you don't know their name.

"It's Ciaran," he told me. "You're that kid who sees stuff and has mental breakdowns, aren't you?"

I frowned. "You only think I'm a child because I'm younger than you," I told him matter-of-factly. "And I don't have mental breakdowns. I have extravagant feelings because fairies alter my head."

Ciaran turned to me, seeming to understand my logic. "And I don't have feelings, because I'm dead."

"You're not dead," I informed him. "If you were dead, you wouldn't be talking to me, and I wouldn't be talking to you, and we wouldn't be having this conversation altogether. So obviously you are alive." Then I added as an afterthought, "Plus, everyone has feelings."

He sighed. "I meant I don't feel pain."

"You obviously think that because fairies are inside your brain."

"No, Ezmeralda," he said. Then he thought for a while, evidently trying to find a way to make me understand. Then he pinched my arm lightly. "Did you feel that?"

"Ouch. Of course I felt it!"

"And you're alive, right?"


"Now pinch me."

"I don't want to pinch you," I said. "That would be unfriendly."

"As a friend, I'm saying you can pinch me," and he held out his arm. I nipped him with my nails. "Didn't feel it."

"So obviously you're not alive," I told him, then realised he'd proved his point. "Oh, I see. Does that mean you're a ghost, then? Because I wouldn't be able to see you if you weren't."

"I don't know. What do you think?"

"It's the only logical explanation," I told him.

He nodded slowly. "Yes, it is, isn't it?"

I grinned.

The End

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