She stroked my bare chest softly. 
"What?" I asked, knowing something was wrong. She stared into my eyes; hers shining
like gray diamonds. 
"Will, there's something you need to know about this school; about us." she lowered
her gaze and lay back against my chest. 
"What is it, Sable?" I questioned again, waiting for an answer. There was a long
pause until she finally answered. 
"You might say we are...ghostly, somehow," she murmured. In my mind I wanted her to
get to the point. What was she waiting for? And then her voice turned into ice, her
cold, pale lips saying the painful words. 
"We are ghosts."  

OK, so this is just a little thingy I'm gonna finish it up in the next diary entry so
don't get your pants tied up in a knot. (oo, but then you can take 'em off...heh heh)
:D enjoy!!!!!!!