(Ahhh, this feels more like ... a bit of a story than a complete thing, but I hope it is acceptable!)
"THIS," Roxy shouted, slamming the front door behind her, "IS STUPID."
And it was stupid. The stupid fight they were having was stupid, and their big stupid house in the middle of stupid nowhere was stupid, and the forest surrounding it was stupid, and her mom's stupid writer's block was stupid, and her mom's stupid plan to move Roxy away from the "bad influences" of the big city was stupid, and moving in the middle of sophomore year was really stupid, and the big old lake with the crumbling old cemetary leading down into it was incredibly stupid.
"You're reely loud," said the thing sitting on a mostly-intact gravestone near the water. "You shoald be more careful. You might wake the dead!" The thing smiled at Roxy, and it had an awful lot of teeth.
Roxy bristled. "What are you? Some kind of demon? Ugh, mom really did a great job picking this place!" There wasn't as much invective to it as there could have been, because she was busy kicking at the dirt around the big tree in the center of the graveyard. She knew she'd hidden a bottle here somewhere, and there was no way she could deal with evil creatures sober. "Just the place for her fucking magic books," she muttered, and finally the bare hint of a smile crossed her face as the toe of her shoe made contact with something solid.
She bent and pulled the bottle of vodka from the dirt, and when she stood upright again the thing was standing next to her. It was still weirdly translucent, catching the light in odd ways, but from this angle she could see the tall horns arching up from its head. The mouth full of shark teeth wasn't any more reassuring this close. She uncapped the bottle and took a pull of it, pointedly ignoring the way the thing watched her swallow.
"A demon?" The thing snorted. "You don't know anyfin, do ya? I --" There was a pause, clearly intended to be dramatic, during which Roxy took another swig of vodka. "-- am a ghost!"
"Great. Even better."
"Hey!" The thing frowned, brows furrowed over the weird sort of glasses it was wearing. "Why dontcha sound impressed? Or scared, you otter be reely fuckin scared, you know that?"
Roxy capped the bottle carefully, and reached out a hand toward the ghost-thing. "Yeah right," she said, and poked it, expecting her finger to go right through. When she made contact with the soft, damp fabric of the ghost's t-shirt, her eyes widened. She dropped the bottle, and didn't even hear if it shattered. She took a step back.
"That's right," the thing said. "Water'd I tell you?" It smiled again, and as it took a step toward Roxy, the setting sun glistened off its teeth.
FILL: TEAM DIRK<3ROXY
"THIS," Roxy shouted, slamming the front door behind her, "IS STUPID."
And it was stupid. The stupid fight they were having was stupid, and their big stupid house in the middle of stupid nowhere was stupid, and the forest surrounding it was stupid, and her mom's stupid writer's block was stupid, and her mom's stupid plan to move Roxy away from the "bad influences" of the big city was stupid, and moving in the middle of sophomore year was really stupid, and the big old lake with the crumbling old cemetary leading down into it was incredibly stupid.
"You're reely loud," said the thing sitting on a mostly-intact gravestone near the water. "You shoald be more careful. You might wake the dead!" The thing smiled at Roxy, and it had an awful lot of teeth.
Roxy bristled. "What are you? Some kind of demon? Ugh, mom really did a great job picking this place!" There wasn't as much invective to it as there could have been, because she was busy kicking at the dirt around the big tree in the center of the graveyard. She knew she'd hidden a bottle here somewhere, and there was no way she could deal with evil creatures sober. "Just the place for her fucking magic books," she muttered, and finally the bare hint of a smile crossed her face as the toe of her shoe made contact with something solid.
She bent and pulled the bottle of vodka from the dirt, and when she stood upright again the thing was standing next to her. It was still weirdly translucent, catching the light in odd ways, but from this angle she could see the tall horns arching up from its head. The mouth full of shark teeth wasn't any more reassuring this close. She uncapped the bottle and took a pull of it, pointedly ignoring the way the thing watched her swallow.
"A demon?" The thing snorted. "You don't know anyfin, do ya? I --" There was a pause, clearly intended to be dramatic, during which Roxy took another swig of vodka. "-- am a ghost!"
"Great. Even better."
"Hey!" The thing frowned, brows furrowed over the weird sort of glasses it was wearing. "Why dontcha sound impressed? Or scared, you otter be reely fuckin scared, you know that?"
Roxy capped the bottle carefully, and reached out a hand toward the ghost-thing. "Yeah right," she said, and poked it, expecting her finger to go right through. When she made contact with the soft, damp fabric of the ghost's t-shirt, her eyes widened. She dropped the bottle, and didn't even hear if it shattered. She took a step back.
"That's right," the thing said. "Water'd I tell you?" It smiled again, and as it took a step toward Roxy, the setting sun glistened off its teeth.