Once upon a time, there was a ghost...

I woke up stinky, starving, and needing badly a bathroom. My mood was very low. I was depressed again.

I tried to visit Dante. I thought, perhaps he'd be willing to help. He had been willing enough last time we spoke. 

He quickly answered the door, and accepted to let me in, despise my pretty smelly state. 

I tried to get closer to friendly with him. A friend would not hurt, and maybe I'd get somewhere to sleep, safe, instead of outside, once in a while. I did explain I was currently homeless, though I did not give the details. I don't think he believed me. 

 

He asked me how I ate, since I am homeless. I said I was picking up vegetables from the park, and school was giving me free meals. 

He tried to be nice, and spoke to me about flowers. It seems it is common knowledge that all fairies like flowers. Good to know. 

First, I used the toilet. Glad I made it in time. 

Then I decided to pour myself a hot bath. I miss baths, so when I can, I try to grab one. 

But pretty much everyone in the house - except Dante - did burst into the bathroom, telling me how inappropriate I was. Embarrassing, you say? Since when is it appropriate to burst into someone who's in the bath? 

I tried to talk and plead with Dante, to let me take a bath in his bathroom, but to no avail. Not only he refused, but he even intimidated me. I lashed out at him. 

Then my revenge, for him scaring me. I made them sit, and told them a really, really scary ghost story. The first looking scared was Dante. Violet seemed uninterested, so I kicked it up a notch, or two. 

And there, I had her. A ghost, being afraid of ghost stories. Isn't that ironic? 

Satisfied, I decided to leave their house, still starving. I knew a place that would not mind if I used their showers, or took food in their fridge.

The fire fighters station. I rushed there, still smelly, and my mood only getting lower and lower. Once more, the place was empty. 

I was tired of stinking, but first things first. Food. I went straight for the refrigerator. It was well filled, and that pleased me. I only took bread and jam. Didn't want to steal someone's lunch. 

Then, shower. I slid into it, thinking maybe I could try to find someone and get them to invite me to live here. What? A girl can dream. 

And why not? I decided to also throw in some extra sleep. A few hours in a bed are always good. Better than a bench. 

Can't hide it anymore...

In the morning, I decided to go to the Summer Festival. I needed some fun. It was early, but people were already milling around the place. 

I head to try some skating. I thought it looked fun. It was actually boring. Since I'm a fairy, I didn't even put on skates. I just flew around the ring. Flying in rounds get boring pretty fast... 

Soon enough, it was time for school again. The day was long, boring, and tiring. I fought off my sleepiness. 

On my way back home, I was shocked to see a boy coming out of the bus at the same time. "Mind if we hang out?" It was Tristan Van Gould. I just met him at school. I stuttered, embarrassed. 

"I, um... sure." I tried to look confident.
- "You really live here?

- Yes....

- I don't see a house.

- I don't have a house...."

To my surprise, not only he didn't mind, he wasn't disgusted or anything, but he actually started showing small signs of friendship. "How about your parents?

- I don't have parents..." He didn't push, thankfully. Except to say "Oh... I'm sorry."

I was so exhausted, I collapsed on the bench and fell asleep, and he actually watched over me the whole time. I thought he'd get bored or something. But he didn't. 

He stood, and watched me sleeping. Sort of creepy in a way, but I felt safe. Maybe it's because he's a vampire, like my father. But unlike him, he's protecting himself from the sun. No burnt vampire. 

I woke up and tried to do my homework. Not really easy. It was the full moon, and since I have no house, so no walls, zombies appeared and tried to scare me. I ignored them. 

Tristan moved by my side, and I thought he would fight the zombie or something. That worried me, a little...

But he just sat with me and started helping me with my homework, explaining the questions. "Just ignore the zombies and they won't hurt you." He said between questions. The zombie was not very happy, and... Having back pain, it seems. But he was right, they didn't even touch us. 

"Zombies always try to get your attention. You ignore them, and they will just keep making noises and trying to scare you. Panic, and then they might attack you." He explained. "So ... this question, are you sure about your answer?" We worked on my homework for what seemed a long time. 

"See, told you we'd be fine!" He laughed, and I smiled at him. I thanked him for his help, and for not judging me.

He bid farewell, and he went home. Time for his curfew too, I guess. Is it me, or he's kinda cute?... Must not think about that. I'm just a homeless girl.  

I laid back down on my bench, and fell asleep. The zombie stood there, watching, waiting, hoping to scare me, and failing. 

Another zombie appeared. She didn't touch me either. 

I woke up in the morning, untouched and well. Zombies are a real joke! 

Busted!

I was starving when I woke up. Well, as usual. So I ate a bell pepper. They are seriously starting to bore me. 

I was feeling horrible, but I still had to work on my homework. I frowned as I did, thinking it sucked, but knowing school is important. My life is complicated enough like this. At least school is providing me with free meals. I don't want to be thrown out of school. 

But at every moment of the day, I missed my parents. My father's death was more recent, so I cried over him quite often. 

On my way to school, trying to focus. I didn't feel up to it, but...

In the school we go! No choice, or at least, not to me. 

Thankfully, it is a field trip day. That would be easier to get through than trying to learn new things. 

Sitting in the bus, beside someone I don't really know, waiting for the surprise field trip. 

And it was to the police station! 

My mood was still rotten. Everyone was smiling, and I'm just frowning. I'm hungry, I'm tired, I want to go home. 

But finally, I had fun. I was still exhausted on the way out, and the prison food was terrible, but... better than nothing. 

I decided to go to the gym, and see if maybe there was a spot I could sleep in. I didn't find any. 

But I was stinky, so I still jumped in the cold showers. Cold is better than nothing. 

After the shower, I was so tired, I could barely stand. 

I decided to visit the firefighters house. After all, they do have to sleep somewhere as they are waiting for a fire to happen... 

The place was pretty much empty. I head upstairs, hunting for something in particular.. 

A bed! I hoped since I was inside and no one was here, I could sleep a good night's sleep without being bothered. 

God, I missed sleeping in beds...

But of course, I was woken up... by the cops. Curfew was long gone. So not happy. 

At least I got to slide down the pole! 

I tried to argue with the policemen. But to no avail. He thought I was safer home. I told him my home is just an old park, I don't even have a house. He shrugged it off. 

So off we go... back home. 

I did my homework, as I had enough energy to focus. 

Then took a nap on my favorite bench.