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[To Be the One and Only]
This looked to be right up here alley! As soon as Kasumi heard about an etiquette class, she hurriedly followed the corridors until she found it. Now this was her calling! She'd love to learn more about class and culture. This would be amazing! She hurriedly scrawled her name on the sign-in sheet, eager to get this started. She wore a simple white dress, something better than her previous hospital gown, but she was still unable to find shoes. Good thing she wasn't the only one!
Kasumi sat happily between a demon and a rather blue-looking young man. If his smell offended anyone else, it certainly didn't seem to phase the ghost. Indeed, she thought it rather charming. She introduced herself with a slight nod to the two boys she was seated between. "It's a pleasure to sit next to you both. My name is Kasumi. Might I ask yours?" She looked about the room and noticed it was several lacking in ghosts. Indeed, she was the only ghost (aside from Holly!) in the whole class, and that thought made her a tad uncomfortable. She was sad no one would share her thoughts on phasing and the day to day trials of being incorporeal.
Oh well. At least the professor was a lovely lady with an equally lovely pet at her beck and call. Kasumi didn't mind the seating arrangement or the attire, and smiled brightly because of it.
Kasumi lifted the small, leather-bound notepad she'd managed to scrape together from the lost and found bin several weeks ago. She'd kept a very busy schedule since enrolling in Amityville. She'd progressed far beyond the shell of a ghoul she was at the beginning of the year, at the beginning of everything. It surprised her now, looking over the well-worn but well-loved cover, that she had grown as much as she had. She was surprised and rather impressed with herself. To tell the truth, she was terrified beyond belief at waking up in the new place called Halloween with no memory whatsoever of her time before. She knew she was human at one point because someone else had brought her to the academy - a reaper. She'd been placed on a train headed straight for the school when terrible things started to happen, and she was assaulted by visions of color.
She hadn't had those visions since she'd left the train, but her mind was still not quiet. When she arrived in Halloweentown, she was fresh off the expressway from a mental ward. She only knew that because of the clothes she arrived in - a hospital gown, no shoes and very dark circles under her eyes. Classic signs, all of them. What worried her the most were not her bizarre and sometimes dangerous visions of things she swore were not really there, but the fact that she may not be able to make friends with such a deficiency. Thankfully, a good young witch named Belladonna had changed her mind about all that.
Belladonna, among others on the train, defended Kasumi when she tried to help the rest of the students. She tried to tell them who was and who was not capable of harming the others. In the end, they all made it safely to their destination. Mostly unharmed. Kasumi thought she'd lost all those connections she'd made on the train, but she saw the good witch Belladonna again and it made her relieved. Finally, someone who also understood visions! Bella believed Kasumi's visions could possibly tell the future, and perhaps she could work on them while attending classes here at the Academy? After knowing Belladonna would be her friend through thick and thin, Kasumi felt she had the power to branch out and to meet others, make connections and generally have a good time in this new world she found herself in.
While she had no family to write home to or call on the skelephone, she had this diary. Kasumi turned it over in her hands, mulling her thoughts over and over in her head while looking at the snake pen she'd gotten from the school store. What all could she write down? So much had happened since she first arrived here that the ghost wasn't sure at all how to start. How could she catalogue everything? With a sigh and a happy smile, Kasumi took up the pen and started to write. If anything, she could pretend the journal was family, and she knew writing was cathartic. However, she wasn't necessarily unhappy anymore. She wasn't lonely anymore, and that thought was very comforting. The parchment she'd found and salvaged from the lost and found bin was worn, splattered with dirt and covered in wrinkles, but it was tied together with lovely ribbon. It was restored, much like Kasumi herself was.
Lifting her pen to the paper, she began to write.
(Note to self - 813 words)
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