Stranger in My Own HomeMature

We walked to the house I live in, since I wouldn't call it 'home.' She ooed and awwed at the houses we passed, the curtains slamming shut when they caught sight of her dark clothes.

"It's okay. They can go suck a dirty sock for all I care," she said with a shrug. I started to turn into the house, not really wanting to say goodbye.

Luckily, I didn't have to.

Jade barged through the fence after me, hands on her hips as she inspected my house.

Surprising myself, I waited anxiously for her approval. Do you like it? Is it nice? 

"It doesn't look like its lived in," she concluded with her brow creasing. 

"My parents aren't ever really home," I muttered as I held my hands in my hoodie pocket, the bags of clothes weaved through my arm. 

"Are you?"

"Yeah. I don't really leave the house."

She narrowed her eyes. "Then why are we here? Honestly, this house gives me the creeps. Come on." She grabbed my arm, yanking me off back down the street, the distance from my house growing and growing.

"Where are we going?"

"Jimmy's, maybe. Maybe my house. Maybe no where. Maybe everywhere. You got to learn, ghost girl, nothing's set in stone. We can do whatever, whenever. So get your ass in gear."

Anxiety tightened my heart strings, but her air was too intoxicating for me to leave behind. I'm constantly in a rut, my mind sinking deeper and deeper into this horrid depression as my personality shrivels up and dies. Jade isn't like that. She's the first person to talk to me in weeks.

I'm not going to give that up for staring at the crack in my wall for a few hours.

"What's your favorite color, ghost girl?"

I parted my lips, but nothing came out. "I don't have one," I admitted, eyes darting around the street. The area we wandered into was barren of healthy green grass or blooming flowers. Instead, there was chipped paint to adorn houses and broken stairs to lead the way. I've never been in this part of town before.

I've never been anywhere in town before.

Jade halted, giving me a disbelieving look. "Really. No favorite color?"

I shrugged. "I don't believe in favorites."

"Oh really."

"Ice cream flavor?"

"Doesn't matter to me."


"I don't know."


Again, I shrugged. Jade started too look exasperated. "Well, fine. No favorites. Yet. What do you do for fun? Or do you not believe in fun, either?"

"I don't have fun, if that's what you're asking." 

Jade threw her hands up in the air. "We've got a lot of work to do." She spun around in a few circles, just because she could. Suddenly, she halted, squinting in the distance before her face lit up like a match, a person's wave fanning her flames of excitement.

"JIMMY!" She screamed, sprinting so fast  that my hair blew as she launched herself at the green haired, blurry man that escaped my bad vision. 

I felt vulnerable as she rushed off, tackling the man to the ground. Distantly, I heard them laughing, and distantly, I was aware that I had the opportunity to turn around and go home. I could leave this strange girl behind and go back to my normal routine. 'Nothing has to change,' it said, coiling motioning its finger back into the shadows where I belong.

Another part of me said that I should take those steps toward them, maybe try to smile, maybe try to be friendly. 

Fighting the devil and angel on my shoulder, I stayed rooted to the spot, nervously biting my lip. Eventually, Jade popped up from rolling around in the patchy ground, her head darting around for me. 

"Hey! Come meet Jimmy!"

Shaking the imaginary creatures off my shoulders, I took healthy, nervous strides to meet them. 

Jimmy smiled, piercings in his brows and a tattoo curling itself around half of his neck. His mocha like skin hypnotized me with his swirls of black ink imbedded into it. The most striking thing about him was his green hair, spiked up a little.

Despite his looks, his brown eyes looked warm and friendly.

"Jimmy, ghost girl, ghost girl, Jimmy." Yanking himself up to his height, I noticed he wasn't that much taller than me, but had a good foot on Jade as she bobbed up. 

"You're not in our school."

"Nah, I'm at the university."

"He should be in our school. Or elementary school," she smiled as her tongue stuck out, pierced with a little black heart. 

"Are you guys dating?" I asked. Their cheeks swelled with held back laughter as mine flushed in embarrassment.

"Oh yeah, totally. I'm super attracted to that guy, and his manliness." 

"And I adore her, with her feminine qualities."

My brows creased as they heaved in laughter. The compulsion to turn around and leave grew stronger, and before I knew it, I'd already started taking a few steps back. 

"Hey, wait! Ghost girl, come on! We're gay!" She laughed, tugging me back to them. "Needless to say, he's not really my type."

Understanding bloomed in me, then worry. IS that why she talked to me? Does she want me to be her girlfriend?

Jade saw the question in my eyes. "You're not my type either, ghost girl.  No worries. My lesbianese nature isn't contagious."

I nodded, though I felt a strange sting of offense. Shaking my head at myself, I let a small smile escape at my own stupidity. I didn't like girls or guys, so what did it matter if she liked me? 

"So, did you actually have class today, or did you ditch because, ya know, you're you?"

"We ditched," she announced proudly, grabbing the bags from my hand to chuck them at Jimmy. He caught them, confusion on his pierced brow.

"You shouldn't have?"

"Carry them. My house. Now." Without a word, she galumphed down an unfamiliar street. With a roll of his eyes, he traipsed after her.

I eyed both streets. The one to my house, and the one to hers. 

The End

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