"Here" She said, passing me my clothes with her transparent hands. I wondered how she could hold them before I noticed my mouth was agape and she had talked. Stuttering I took them, "T-t-t-hanks" Remembering my manners (that aren't that good normally) I asked her, "What is your name?"
The girl smiled at me, "My name is Emily Slight. But you can call me Emily. Most people run away when they see me. I am surprised you stayed."
Thinking about it I amazed myself that I had not run away, "Me also. My name is Eloise Countiller." I put out my right hand to shake nearly forgetting she was a ghost. Emily saw the look on my face. "Its ok, I can touch." She took my hand and shook it. Her hand was not icy cold or not there as I would have expected, but slightly warm and felt much like any other persons hand I have touched.
yes i know its short:P