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"Oh, are we playing basketball, now?" Maddie taunted as the three walked into the gymnasium.
"Oh my God, no. Please leave the sports to the living kids. We're over here." He said, pointing to the group of people gathered in the corner.
Odette watched the group from afar, she sometimes felt like Alice, tumbling down a rabbit hole into a world that made no sense. A place where ghosts held meetings, and people like Mr. Martin watched her like she was otherworldly.
And yet, just like Alice, she kept wandering deeper, even when every part of her screamed that she shouldn't.
"Hey, Odette!" The team captain called out, making her stop in her tracks. "Good to see your face again."
"Thanks, Mikey. You too." She nodded, "I'm just gonna... sit in the corner and talk to myself for a little bit." She told him.
Mikey glanced over his shoulders to look back at his team. They all wore a look of confusion and were clearly silently judging her. The boy sighed, glancing back at the girl. He knew the rules.
Reluctantly, Mikey nodded. "Yeah, great. You, uh, have fun with that." He muttered. They all watched as she walked over to the corner of the room to grab a chair before continuing their game.
"She's batshit crazy." One of them muttered under his breath, so none of his teammates could hear and scold him. But Mikey heard him, punching his teammate in the arm. "She's dying... dickhead." He scolded.
"All right, everyone. Let's get started." Mr Martin said. "Oh! Odette, I had no idea you were joining us today!" He exclaimed in excitement.
Every interaction he had with Odette was fascinating to him. He had been keeping tabs on her the moment she wandered into the gym and saw them all having a group meeting.
As always, Mr Martin's eyes lingered on her a little too long. Not in the way people usually looked at her— pitying, careful, like she was made of glass. His expression was something else entirely. Fascination.
Wally Clark's head snapped back at Mr Martin's words. He hadn't seen the girl in so long. He watched Odette trudge over, the scraping sound of the chair she was dragging filled the room. He shot to his feet, making his way over to the girl.
Odette momentarily put down the chair, a greeting smile on her face. "Oh, hey Wally." She said.
"Hey, Swan." He nodded in reply. Her smile brightened at the use of the nickname, and she watched as he picked up the chair.
Wally was now holding a chair in his hands, but it wasn't the chair that Odette had brought. While the ghosts could touch things, it didn't change anything in the real world.
