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Friendly Foe Blood continued to pour out of the fatal wound on his victim's chest. He couldn't believe he had taken him out so easily, so swift. Of course, what other result was to be expected when a ghost fired a powerful blast towards a human? Still, after all those years of bitter thoughts towards the one lying limply on the floor, of imagining how he would put an end to his existence, of planning the perfect revenge to tear his heart out, the awestruck hybrid never thought he would actually be able to kill his best friend. He looked at his still smoking hands, realizing how inaccurate that last statement had been. He was more than capabl

Chapter 1: Into Consideration Ever since I got my ghost powers and figured out that accidentally turning the seats intangible might not go well on my records, I've avoided the school bus like a plague. Even afterwards, when I could finally control my abilities, the idea of riding the "yellow menace" didn't seem as appealing as flying freely above town. No traffic, no cramming, no bullying, and no motion sickness. I had it really good, enjoying all the peace and quiet in one of the few moments I had to myself. But since I made a truce with a certain trigger-happy ghost huntress, I think flying to school is kinda out of the question, or at leas

“And then I got these earrings, to match my costume, at that yucky goth store. Who knew those freaks could come in handy once a year?” Both girls next to the Latina laughed at her comment. But, of course, nothing less could be expected. When you’re Paulina, the most popular girl in Casper High, everything you say is witty. The school cafeteria was packed, just like every other day, so the A-list girls had decided to take their lunch and early gossip outside, where the autumn leaves provided a colorful and fitting decoration during All Hallows’ Eve (or Morning, to be more accurate). “So you really think the ghost boy

Prologue: Beginning For as long as I can remember, I’ve always been known as the clueless one of the bunch. Any bunch. Family, friends, and even enemies I’ve only met for two seconds, they’ve all called me “clueless” so many times that I’ve actually lost count. And the funny thing about all this? I still have no clue why I’m so badly stuck with the label. Yeah, sure, sometimes I miss the big picture or tend to ignore things that are practically obvious, but that’s usually because I get easily distracted or have so many things in my head that I don’t pay enough attention. I know that if I focus o

Epilogue: The Gloaming This week will never end, will it? Fridays shouldn’t be this stressful or even tiring. Of course, trying to avoid someone all day while running on only two hours of sleep would tire anyone. Sighing once again, I gather all the energy I can manage to deal with my most recent issue: staying awake during the rest of my English class, which is quite a task even on quiet days. Or should it be ‘especially’ on quiet days? Ugh, I can’t even make sense. Seriously, I wouldn’t have bothered to come here half awake if it weren’t for my already low grades. Besides, staying home would mean not having

How To Disappear Completely _________________________ In a little while I'll be gone _________________________ I watch in stunned silence as another building catches fire and starts burning wildly. This isn't happening. It just can't! And the worst part of all this is that there is nothing I can do to help. "This is all the ghost kid's fault!" "He's gone mad!" Scratch that. That is the worst part; that I'm being blamed for something I didn't really do, or at least not exactly. And it's not that I don't have arguments to somehow defend myself. I mean, that thing over there... that can't be me. But, thanks to my current situation,

Televators __________ Everyone knows the last toes are always the coldest to go. __________ Just as he hit the ground, her heart skipped a beat and she suddenly couldn't feel a thing. An agonizing scream cut through the various gasps that were heard around her, though she was too shocked to realize that the gut-wrenching shriek had come out of her own lips. No… he can't be… She wanted to run towards him, to think that he was all right, that she didn't hear the sickening sound of his body against the asphalt. She just wanted to go to his side and feel his pulse—it had to be there, somewhere. But she couldn't move. She even remained par

Chapter 11: The Scolding "What did you do to him?" My brain is suddenly filled with questions as I just gape baffled at the one standing in front of me; someone who isn't even supposed to be here. "Jazz? But… but you were missing!" How did she get here? Where are the others? What the heck happened? "Excuse me?" she exclaims, looking genuinely confused; maybe even offended. Did she manage to escape? Did someone else save her? "You, Tucker, Sam, and your parents…" I shake my head and try to clear my thoughts by doing so. "I read the note and he tried to deny it, but he had to be lying 'cause you weren't here and… and…" I sigh exasperatedl