trans ghost story >:3 a story i made up while procrastinating on my homework scroll down to read it They walked together to the graveyard every weekend to visit his grave. how nice of them, he thought. Of course, he knew that they liked each other but hadn't confessed yet. Don't ask me how he knew. Ghosts just know these types of things. He follows them around sometimes, when he gets bored of the graveyard. But the one thing he really wanted was for somebody to know. To see the real him, not a strange kid who never fit in with the other girls. Of course, he did tell a few people. Like Ethan, his best friend. But Ethan moved to another town, and was probably wondering why he wasn't responding to any of his texts. He could do a few ghostly things, like pushing a few doors open, but other than that, he couldn't do much. At the funer@l, he tried to get somebody's attention, to say "I am not a girl!" but of course no one heard him. He had a feeling the pair of "friends" he kept following could feel it, though. He wished they would confess to each other, and not wait until it was too late. But for now, he would keep waiting. first: it's this one, silly next: work in progress
everything was done by me :)
