Beverly raised an eyebrow at Susanna, who was still fixated on the swings. She spoke hesitantly, "Why? Why did it suck?"
Susanna turned to her and studied her face. This was the first time she had looked at the girl, really looked and took in what she was seeing. Beverly was very thin. Too thin, almost. She was pretty. Very pretty. But there was a sadness in her eyes that Susanna couldn't help but notice.
She shrugged and looked away, feeling guilty. "My Mum's breaking down, my brother's disappeared... I.." she paused and shook her head, "I had problems."
Beverly put a reassuring hand around her new friend, "Everyone has problems, darling,"
Susanna sighed, "I know... but they were big problems..." she shrugged, "Sorry, Beverly. You don't need to hear this"
Beverly smiled, "Don't be sorry... If you want to talk, you can talk to me, mkay?" she lifted Susanna's chin with her finger, "and call me Bev, please?"
Susanna smiled, "You can call me Suzy, if you'd like?"
"I'd like that."
* * * * *
"Okay." Lollie said, sitting down on the armchair.
"Who are you?" Rosie said, harshly, "And why can I see you?"
Lollie shrugged, "Lollie. I'm dead. I don't know why you can see me.. yet. Some people just can"
Rosie smiled, "Okay, Lollie. Why are you dead?"
Lollie shook her head, "It's my turn to ask you a question," she smirked.
Rosie sighed, "Go for it," she leant back in the arm chair and breathed a deep breath.
"Tell me about where you got it."