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Em’s a new pupil and prey to many bullies. I met her in this century-old school when we were amid troubled teenage tantrums coupled with tormenting seniors. We share a favorite spot, a hallway overseeing the ground, a serenity sanctum.
We bonded close. I guided and helped from my experience. Eventually, she opened her petals and sought self-assurance.
Each old school has a history, some with secrets, probably not ghosts. But this- home to tortured souls, victims of abuse. Lucky, Em’s merely one.
When she quizzes again, I’ll confess- I’m one of those souls, now, called a ghost.

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    Jeff Taylor 3 months ago

    Didn't realise I was reading a ghost story until the end. Nicely done!! :D

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    VerityAlways 3 months ago

    Thank you Jeff and Jamie!

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    Jamie Clapperton 3 months ago

    I got a lovely 'sense of place' about the school reading this. On second reading , find myself reflecting that the revelation of a literal ghost among the metaphorical ones was an entertaining use of dramatic Licence.

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    VerityAlways 3 months ago

    Thank you, Jamie!

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    Christopher 3 months ago

    Nice one!

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    VerityAlways 3 months ago

    Thank you, Christopher!

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