Dri· Section 1
I always thought it was strange, how I could communicate with the dead just as easily as the living.
Everyone said it was not normal, strange.
The religious ones tried to hang me because they thought I was a witch or something.
But I wasn't.
I thought I was, until dad explained it to me that I need it to communicate with my ancestors.
Why? I don't know.
But I was only 5 at the time.
Now I'm 16, and I actually still don't know what I should do.
Until Moon Harvest festival came.
Zo-Writes· Section 2
"You ready Saris? The Moon Harvest is about to start!" My dad yelled up. I finished pinning my hair back with a moon pin, and looked at myself in the mirror. I was wearing a simple silver and purple dress, and looked average as ever. But I would never be average, I will never stop the stares.
"You look all fancy!" Said Meria
"I will always be stuck in the yucky brown dress." Added Lydia mournfully. Since no kid had ever wanted to be Saris's friend, so she became friends with ghosts.
I headed down the stairs to see my dad, and apparently my great, great, great aunt. "You look beautiful." My father said. "Your mother would be proud." My mom died when I was five, the day before I gained my power. I had always asked why my mom never visited, and no one had an answer.
"Your pin is crooked." Aunt Merith said. "But, you do look beautiful." She added reluctantly. Of course my dad couldn't see her, but he could usually tell when a ghost was talking to me.
"Let's go." Me and my dad linked arms and headed out the door.
"Stand up straighter!" Called Aunt Merith as we left, Meria and Lydia walking close behind.