A/N: Sorry this chapter is so short, but I haven't had a lot of time to
work on the story
The rest of the school day passed quickly, and Cole's shame soon was forgotten by the end of the day. "See you later, Cole!" Ethan called as he climbed into his father's car. Cole stood on the sidewalk, waving good-bye to his friend before starting his journey home. He noticed, as he walked, that the sun had finally succeeded in warming the cold air to that of a tickle of a breeze. He allowed a smile to tug at the corner of his lips as his hair fell in his face. He brushed it away, stuffing his hands back in his pockets. What remained of his bad mood trickled away as he walked until he was smiling fully and whistling a made-up tune. But the air was stopped in his throat when he caught sight of the girl that had been haunting him all day. He glanced around the empty streets, before yelling out, "Hey, stop! Wait for me!" The girl jumped, turning to look at him with a scared expression. Some of the fear melted away when she realized who it was. Cole ran up to her, avoiding looking at the large hole in her stomach. "Who are you?" He asked. The girl cocked her head slightly, "My name is Jamie."
Cole nodded, "I'm Cole. Why did you come to my school today?" Jamie shrugged, "I use to go there. And I saw that you went there, you're the only one who's talked to me in three days." Cole frowned; it was so hard to talk to a ghost when they didn't realize they were dead. He decided a subject change was in order, "What happened to your arms?" It was Jamie's turn to frown, as she crossed her arms in an attempt to hide them. "Um, nothing, I'm just a klutz. I fall over all the time," She said with a nervous laugh. The boy had a sinking feeling that she wasn't a klutz at all, and that someone had done that to her, when he head someone sneering his name out loud. "Cole, who are you talking to?" He turned to see Tommy walking toward him, a large smirk on his face.
"I was talking to-uh, you see-um, well…" He stammered, glancing around nervously. Tommy laughed, "Right, Freak, right. Talking to your imaginary friend again? It seems to me that the only friend that would want to be around you would HAVE to be imaginary." Cole felt his cheeks burning again as he kicked at the ground, his eyes skirting to look at Jamie. He wasn't surprised to see that the girl had fled from the moment she heard Tommy call out his name. Tommy laughed as he brushed by Cole roughly, tripping and knocking him to the ground. This only caused more laughter from Tommy, "You're a freak and a klutz!" Cole said nothing, remaining on the ground until Tommy had disappeared around a corner, his laughter still ringing in Cole's ears. "I'm not a freak." He mumbled aloud, but he didn't even believe himself.
~I'm a freak. A freak that talks to ghosts. That's all I'm ever going to be. ~ He sighed, picked himself up and proceeded to his house.
The rest of the school day passed quickly, and Cole's shame soon was forgotten by the end of the day. "See you later, Cole!" Ethan called as he climbed into his father's car. Cole stood on the sidewalk, waving good-bye to his friend before starting his journey home. He noticed, as he walked, that the sun had finally succeeded in warming the cold air to that of a tickle of a breeze. He allowed a smile to tug at the corner of his lips as his hair fell in his face. He brushed it away, stuffing his hands back in his pockets. What remained of his bad mood trickled away as he walked until he was smiling fully and whistling a made-up tune. But the air was stopped in his throat when he caught sight of the girl that had been haunting him all day. He glanced around the empty streets, before yelling out, "Hey, stop! Wait for me!" The girl jumped, turning to look at him with a scared expression. Some of the fear melted away when she realized who it was. Cole ran up to her, avoiding looking at the large hole in her stomach. "Who are you?" He asked. The girl cocked her head slightly, "My name is Jamie."
Cole nodded, "I'm Cole. Why did you come to my school today?" Jamie shrugged, "I use to go there. And I saw that you went there, you're the only one who's talked to me in three days." Cole frowned; it was so hard to talk to a ghost when they didn't realize they were dead. He decided a subject change was in order, "What happened to your arms?" It was Jamie's turn to frown, as she crossed her arms in an attempt to hide them. "Um, nothing, I'm just a klutz. I fall over all the time," She said with a nervous laugh. The boy had a sinking feeling that she wasn't a klutz at all, and that someone had done that to her, when he head someone sneering his name out loud. "Cole, who are you talking to?" He turned to see Tommy walking toward him, a large smirk on his face.
"I was talking to-uh, you see-um, well…" He stammered, glancing around nervously. Tommy laughed, "Right, Freak, right. Talking to your imaginary friend again? It seems to me that the only friend that would want to be around you would HAVE to be imaginary." Cole felt his cheeks burning again as he kicked at the ground, his eyes skirting to look at Jamie. He wasn't surprised to see that the girl had fled from the moment she heard Tommy call out his name. Tommy laughed as he brushed by Cole roughly, tripping and knocking him to the ground. This only caused more laughter from Tommy, "You're a freak and a klutz!" Cole said nothing, remaining on the ground until Tommy had disappeared around a corner, his laughter still ringing in Cole's ears. "I'm not a freak." He mumbled aloud, but he didn't even believe himself.
~I'm a freak. A freak that talks to ghosts. That's all I'm ever going to be. ~ He sighed, picked himself up and proceeded to his house.
