When school was back in session after spring break I was excited to finally have someone to talk to. Jazz has been with me while Ratchet tries to fix his body. I was sitting on the bench on the playground talking to Jazz when someone threw a rock at me.
"Hey ghosty, what ghost have you met over break? Did you send a curse on someone?" the boy asked and his friends laughed at me. I stayed silent as they mocked me about my sixth sense.
"Why do they treat ya like that?" Jazz asked.
"I told a friend about my powers and I thought I could trust her but…" I was interrupted by getting hit by another rock.
"Ah should possess him and give him a nightmare." Jazz growled.
"No! They'll think that I did that to him!" I pleaded. He sighed but agreed not to hurt the bully. I got up and tried to leave but the boys blocked my path. I'm 8 and they're 11. I sighed and knew that it was no use trying to fight them. The new girl, Ella, came up and stepped in front of me and face the boys.
"Leave her alone!" she said. We're about the same age so the boys are older than her. They laughed but she didn't let them get to me.
"This girl is tougher than a 'con!" Jazz said. I held back a giggle as I watched her stand up for me. The boys finally left us alone. She turned around and asked if I was okay. I nodded and sat back down to finish my lunch.
"Why are they so mean?" Ella asked.
"Should I tell her?"
"Not about meh, but ya need to tell her da truth." I sighed mentally.
"Do you know what a sixth sense is?" I asked. She nodded.
"Doesn't that mean you see ghosts?" she asked. I shook my head.
"Not always. I can sense them and talk to them." Her eyes widened.
"Woah that's so cool!" she exclaimed. "Is there one with you now?"
"There's one that's been with me since spring break."
"Ya braggin' 'bout me?" Jazz chuckled.
"What's their name?" Ella asked. She looks excited.
"His name's Jazz. I'm trying to help his spirit move on. Like the other spirits I've met."
"Wow! Tell Jazz I say hi!"
"Ah can hear ya girlie."
"Jazz can hear you. You just can't hear him." I said.
"Why didn't he help you when you were being attacked?"
"He can't touch them unless he wanted to possess them but that'd be mean." We spent the rest of the day talking about my powers. Jazz liked her. "You should come over sometime! I can tell you more stories!" she agreed and we made plans to meet on Saturday.
"Ah like this girl!" Jazz said.
"Same!" after all these years of being alone because of my powers I finally have one BECAUSE of them! I smiled as I walked home from school. I was excited to tell my parents about my new friend.
