you’ve always been known as the “weird girl”. You sit and read your books, oh how you love reading.. but to everyone else it was “weird”. you never had any friends or family growing up so after reading a new book you wanted to tell everyone about it but they would just call you “weird” and ignore you. You’ve had enough. you was sitting on the rooftop of the bask, your legs dangling off the edge while thinking to yourself. “Weird- why are you here.?” that’s ghost.