"Ughhh, why is it that no one seems to keep up with me! We've been studying this for ever!" Lydia thought to herself and then replied "You are a genius so..." Why Lydia was having this same conversation with herself again, she had no idea. Lydia hopped up from her desk where she had been doing her Math homework, though really she's just been complaining to herself, to look through her closet. Danny was throwing a party later that night and she couldn't decide what to wear. Normally she'd call Allison but that was never going to be an option again. Lydia looked in the mirror to scrutinize the two outfits she was holding.
"What the hell?!" Lydia dropped the clothes instantly and turned towards her bed. "Allison?" She whispered, afraid she would disappear any minute.
"The one you were holding in your right hand was wayyyy cuter." Allison stated as if she wasn't a freaking ghost or spirit or whatever she was.
"Wha... what... what's happening?" She was starting to freak out as it hit her that her best friend, her dead best friend, was sitting on her bed.
"What? A girl can't give her best friend fashion advice?"
"Why are you here Allison? How are you here?!" Lydia was feeling a little desperate, it was one thing to feel like she was going to go insane after Allison's death, but it was another thing entirely to actually be seeing the girl months after her death.
"5374696C6573" And then she was gone, just like that.
Lydia crumpled to the floor as she pulled out her phone to text the people she knew she could always trust and count on, the pack.
