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As if being 13 wasn’t hard enough, now Thomas Markham sees his locker is haunted by some stupid ghost.
Thomas sighs, knowing he’s going to be even later to class now, and he doesn’t want to get ectoplasm on his new shirt (he was already being teased about his cheap shoes and wasn’t eager to provide more ammo for ridicule).
The dead eyes and sloppy bowl-cut reminds Thomas of someone though, and then it hits him… this is the ghost of Kevin So-and-So, that one kid who killed himself last year. The ghost is as quiet and awkward as he recalls the living Kevin to be, so he hasn’t really changed much.
Thomas remembers back when the school announced the suicide, and everyone was so sad… The school had a grief counselor come in, everyone had to talk about their feelings, and it was like a competition to see who could be the most inconsolable and heartbroken over it— and he knows none of them knew Kevin, he had no friends. They didn’t really care.
It felt like such a big deal then, though… but Thomas realizes he had pretty much totally forgotten about it until he saw the dead kid’s ghost was haunting his locker. He can’t even remember his last name.
Thomas makes a mental note to look in the yearbook to check on Kevin’s last name, but by the time he gets home he’ll have forgotten.
He closes his locker, deciding he doesn’t really need his math book, and runs to class.
With all of the different people inside
She tries to pick and choose which to hide
Some are ill, some are confident and strong
Others are sides of her that she worries are wrong…
They speak deep within her, whispering in her head
New parts of her are born every year, and some are long dead.
The memories of who she is sometimes feels like a blur,
But she always tries to remind herself, that each one is Her.
Every night, like a choreographed dance, the ghost appears above Zack’s bed
It zooms around lil’ Zack’s room, and whispers mean thoughts in Zack’s head
Zack knows the words aren’t true and the ghost is just looking to cause trouble
But Zack nicely plays along, pretending he’s afraid of the ectoplasmic bubble.
Because a long, long time ago, the sad ghost died in this very room
Too angry to travel onto the Other Side, this room has become its tomb.
So bored of death but with anger to express, the restless spirit haunts the night
And if anyone sleeps in this bedroom, he’ll try to give them a fright!
Zack can sense it wants attention, so he tries to perform the role
Of a boy deathly scared of ghosts, and that this haunting is taking its toll
He knows the ghost is just confused, and struggling to deal with its fate
And he doesn’t want it to be sad, so he acts like the haunting is going great.
Once the ghost is done, and releases all its fury so ancient and deep
The specter always fades away, and Zack smiles then gets some sleep.
It’s the middle of the night, and he should be asleep in his bed
Instead he’s opening his window and poking out his head
He stares up at the heavens, gazing at the stars
While listening to the sounds of distant passing cars.
The world out there seems strange, and so dark and scary
People die in planes, or eaten by monsters fat and hairy.
Kidnappers will steal you from school, and terrorists shoot you in the face
Evil ghosts will haunt your soul, working in tandem with aliens from space.
Bank robbers take you hostage, and shove your nose into your brain
Or mustachioed villains tie you to the tracks, and have you run over by a train.
The world doesn’t really feel real, as he ponders it from the safety of his room
But he knows that these things happen, it is statistically safe to assume.
The vastness of the night, even as the stars twinkle in the sky
Overwhelms him with the possibilities, of ways to live and die
His world sometimes feel small, surrounded by just his family and his friends
But as he looks out his bedroom window, he can see the world never ends.
Tired of her life and living in this place,
Jessabella is sick of everyone and their stupid face.
Riding around doing nothing, it’s the same every night
The sun sets on another day, and it never seems right.
Her longing to leave feels so tantalizing and true,
But with no car and no money, what the hell can she do?
She still needs rides to go to work… or to go anywhere
And her minimum wage checks leave no savings to spare.
So she hangs out with friends just to fill the blank void
Then comes home to her parents house, forever annoyed.
Dumb boyfriends, dumb jobs, life never really moves on
She’s not sure how it’ll happen, but one day she’ll be gone.
Hoping to look back on this time and wistfully reminisce,
Jessabella ain’t sure what she wants, but she knows it’s not THIS.
(Starring the amazing Jessabella of Mei-xing.tumblr.com!)
With all these silly monsters eating everyone she knows
Caitlin is sooooo sick of hearing about it on all of the TV shows.
She just wants to avoid the news and escape into a book,
But then this monster is right outside, trying to make her look!
The world has been so dark lately, so she just wants to have some fun
Even if the dumb monster’s head is blocking out the sun…
Caitlin tries not to care, since she has her lamp-droid by her side
Though if the monster tries to eat her, the lamp-droid will only hide.
She can sense the beast reading over her shoulder, breathing so loudly
"I simply shan’t give it any attention", Caitlin states ever so proudly.
Let others dwell on the monster-caused deaths, cuz’ this is her reading day
All you have to do is ignore everything, and all of your problems will go away.
(Starring the wonderful Caitlin Carpenter!)
As Saskia tries to sleep, nearly every night it seems
She falls into the fog between the real world and her dreams.
The images flash before her, as thoughts flutter through her mind
And she tries to picture her father, but it’s a memory she can never find.
Envisioning that old street, in front of the house they used to live
Hoping he’d return so she’d finally have a reason to forgive.
She remembers staring out the window, lost in the street light’s glow
Waiting for him to come home, but of course he’d never show.
Though he left when she was a baby, she had a vision in her head
He’d be carrying a nice briefcase, and tuck her sweetly into bed
The echo of those dreams, always reminding her how she’d feel
Bleed through her mind’s eye, soaked into scars that never heal.
The fog blows in again, obscuring her memories from her sight
But they’ll always just be waiting, to haunt her dreams the next night.
(Starring Saskia Keultjes from the amazing Saskiakeultjes.tumblr.com!)
As lil’ Danny Gutierrez watches the red glow of his parent’s spaceship blast off into lightspeed, stranding him to die on this lifeless dwarf planet in the middle of nowhere, he realizes he really should’ve known better.
The months of hints, the subtle clues he overlooked… it all seems so obvious in hindsight but Danny guesses he just wasn’t paying attention. Even though they’ve done this to seven of his siblings, taking advantage of the little known Space Law that financially rewards distraught parents whose children perished in the service of privatized space-exploration missions, what were the odds they’d do this an 8th time?
It makes him more surprised than angry, to be honest.
Sure, mom would hiss, “You are the most disappointing son in the entire galaxy and I’m going to murder you in your sleep or strand you on a dwarf planet", and that sounds bad out of context but it was just her sense of humor… you might have to know her to get it. And while dad would openly discuss the pros and cons of different ways to murder him and the alibis required to get away with it, Danny just figured dad was being thorough and every space mission requires a contingency plan for ANY situation— it’s Space Travel 101.
Looking back on it with what he knows now… he feels upset, really, and while he doesn’t want to say something he’d later regret, he can’t help but feel there were better solutions than leaving him to die, and if they had such a problem with how he performed his sonly duties, they really could have all sat down and discussed it at length.
But… he’s sorry he was such bad child though, and bad kids get what they deserve :-/
His final thought, as he gulps down the last remaining bits of air in his spacesuit, is that he hopes his death at least brings a smile to his poor parents’ face… they’ve been through so much.