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“I would be honoured, as long as you humour me. I don’t get to speak with people that often and you seem pretty nice and you know your stuff.” I gave a slight smile.

“Yeah, I do know a lot of stuff, but I’m sure you know more. I’m just an on-looker. Well, I need to finish making my bed and get some sleep. I have school tomorrow.” I spoke calmly, my mind put a little to ease. His eyes widened.

“Really? You’re still a high school student? What grade?” I folded the last blanket and gave a sigh as it was done.

“I’m in grade 12. Going to graduate this year.” I said. He smiled.

“Ah, guess you left behind some friends then?” There was a hint of remorse in his voice. I shook my head, picked up the blanket box and placed it near the window closest to me.

“No, I didn’t. Most people avoided me because I was so weird. I mean, it’s not my fault I can see the dead and I, on accident have found out their uttermost hidden secrets just by looking at them too hard. Most living people treat me like I’m a complete nut case. Well, everyone except my ghost hunting friend Max. I think you’d like him.” His eyes widened and he scrambled across the floor.

“Ghost hunting? You have a ghost hunter friend? Whoa, do they like, seriously hunt ghosts?” I laughed and pulled my sweater and shirt off and folded them up nicely before pulling off my jeans.

“Yeah, but not the same way people hunt animals. What ghost hunters do is just to search for activity. He plans to visit me once I get settled in so that we can go searching for ghosts but we won’t have to go out of my house apparently.” I smiled at him and James was staring at my chest. I looked down and found a bruise there. In the shape of a hand.

“I guess George pushed you out of those freak-shows way. Must have been your agreement you made with him.” I nodded and swallowed. 

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