"Wait! Don't go!" I pleaded to the air and the trees. Of course, James was gone.
I sighed. He was the only spirit that had actually just vanished in front of me. I wondered, did he need help? I'd never interacted a ghost that just disappeared like that. I just stood there, in the woods, now alone, having no idea what to do. And then it hit me.
I could go look him up at the library. He had told me his name, James Monroe. Monroe. Maybe he was in the records for my rainy little town.
I walked back inside the house slowly, trying to conceal my excitement. Stop, I told myself. You're getting excited over something silly. I slipped my boots off, and ran upstairs to my bedroom. I glanced around my ivy wallpaper room, searching for my laptop. I spotted it, on my bed, next to my cat. I skipped over, and opened it up.
My cat meowed in protest when I moved her to a different spot. "Sorry for waking you, Castor." I said sarcastically. "It's not like you don't get enough sleep." I added. All he did was stare at me angrily. My only friend was Castor, and it was pretty sad. I would probably die one of those crazy old cat-obsessed ladies. Who cared, anyway?
I searched for the library, and tried to figure out where it was. 2953 Applewood Drive. The street popped up on the website. Success!
I hopped down the stairs, taking two, or three at a time. I snatched my car keys on the hook next to the front door, and slammed the door on my way out.
I slid into the seat of my yellow doodle bug, and was off to the library to learn about James Monroe.
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Abilities
RomanceTessa Larch was always labeled as the "weird" kid. The small community in which she lived in whispered about her abilities. Some said she was able to communicate with the spirits of the beyond, but others just thought she was insane. Because of this...
