People of Earth.
'Sup.
Today is Tuesday, November 10th, and I am sleepy. This weather makes me want to go home, crawl under my covers and hibernate until Spring takes away these cold and dreary rainy days when nature looks especially Novemberish- gray, bare, ready for snow.
But here I am, ready to compose the 5th installment in The Foursome's 3rd annual Round Story.
Here goes nothing:
"But then, surely you can help us." Jesse insisted...
"I can help you," Taylor replied, "Under one condition."
Jesse, Danny and Becky nodded their heads. Their eyes wide with anticipation, they waited for the ghost to reply with baited breath.
"Upon completion of your task, you must grant me entrance back into the realm of the living."
"Huh?" Said Danny.
"That's impossible." Said Jesse.
"How would we even attempt to do that?" Wondered Becky.
Taylor laughed, a hollow, wispy noise that cut the three best friends to the bone with its eerie echoes of a life cut tragically short. "You think it's impossible to bring someone back to life?" She asked, her eyebrows raised as if she almost found their narrow-mindedness comical. "And yet you're entirely on board with a ghost, whose existence you were unaware of until tonight, helping solve the mystery of someone else's death?"
"Becky told us ghosts existed." Danny blurted out. "Her dad's a wizard."
Taylor's misty eyes became wide as dinner plates. "So do you know magic?" She asked Becky incredulously.
Becky colored and looked at her slippers. "No."
Taylor softened her gaze. "Oh."
Jesse spoke up: "There's a chance she could still have magic powers! Her father calls her a--"
"Late bloomer," Becky finished, her voice in a deadpan. "But I know he's wrong. I'm sixteen. I'm the latest bloomer there is."
Taylor was quiet for a moment, her brow furrowed in thought. "Well, since you are familiar with magic and its implications, you are aware that lingering souls can be brought back to life if they do a good deed for a living person?"
The friends nodded in unison.
"I'll cut you a deal," Taylor said. "I help you investigate the nature of your mother's death, you grant me life again. Sounds good?"
Becky, Jesse and Danny were about to reply, when a thundering crash echoed through the trees in the forest surrounding the ceremony. Alarmed, the trio and their new ghostie friend whirled around, only to see--
Sorry I'm lame guys. Mercy, we'll hear from you tomorrow!
--Laura :)
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