I am a very artsy person, if you went into my room you'd see balled up pieces of paper and markers, paints, crayons, oils, etcetera, all around my room I can't help it. I recently moved into my sister's room because she has gone off to college, and ever since I've moved into this room its been cold, like really cold. Sometimes I wake up shivering even though I have three blankets on me.
Anyways, it was a normal school afternoon, and I was incredibly tired as usual, so I take out my sketchbook and turn to the last page. I place the marker down on the page trying to think of what to draw, as I'm holding the marker on the paper it starts writing something. "Bonjour," I was distraught so I said "Bonjour" out loud. I was taking French at the time so I said "Comment t'appelle tu?" (What is your name) "Turquise" they wrote. I was really scared then, I didn't know what to do. "quel âge as-tu ?" (How old are you) "Ounze" (11) I was creeped out and as I was about to close the pad my hand MY HAND wrote quickly "Don't go!" I opened it up and was greeted by a smiley face. I found at that it was a she and she died around 1708. She's still with me to this day, and my room is still cold to this day, but at least I can say, I've got a new ghost friend.
As I'm writing this I have a blanket over my shoulders, and a friend by my side, she's like my guardian angel, whenever I'm sad she cheers me up, she does scare my dogs a little, and they never want to be in here, but at least I know I won't be alone through rough times when I need someone.