01:Ghost Buddy.

                                    

                                          

                                                
                                        Ghost Buddy


Elrid looks at the trees looming over him. Big, green, dark and somewhat soothing.
It was Sunday, since he had nothing to do, Elrid decided to explore his surroundings-which by the way was a forest- after breakfast and his daily meditation.
Jumping over the fence, he strutted towards the trees; his hands inside the pockets of his dark blue hoodie. His sneakers crunching the fallen leaves. The air was chilled, sprouting goosebumps around his pale skin as it blows at him. but he enjoyed the coldness nipping at him, so, he walks; feeling the cold air and the soothing effect of nature as he skips around the big dark trees, jumping over some fallen logs and kicking rocks and dirt. He liked the forest; he had read before that 70% of River falls were full of forest and wild life, especially wolf and bears.
Will I be able to see one though??just a cute wolf kid or pup what is it called? but when he thought about how he can't fight a wolf but a ghost, Elrid quickly removed that idea. Guess I can watch them at zoo...
He walked aimlessly just feeling the positive and soothing energy from the atmosphere. Even though it was noon, only a small amount of sun rays filtered through the thickened leaves of trees. Which gave the air somewhat chilled yet warm feeling? When he felt his legs cramping, he walked over to a fallen log, squinting his eyes to check if there were any bugs or snakes on or under the log- he doesn't want to crush them or better them to sneak inside his dress. When deemed it was clear, he plops down, body leaning backwards on the tree as he closed his eyes. he can feel the wind; passing around him, soft and gentle, the rustling of leaves, voices of some birds.
It was peaceful, so quiet from the city's traffic sounds, peoples, and ghosts.... Yes ghosts.
Since he can remember, Elrid can feel.... energies, emotions and spirits or ghost- sometimes they would just smile and pass by him without any intervention, like they knew he was just a kid. That he can't do anything to help them.
But sometimes there are others; who can't just leave him alone. They'll just follow him, days, nights, even on his dreams. When he complained about the unwanted people who visited him every night and day to his mom and dad; Jaemin thought the 6-year-old kid was talking about his imaginary friends- like all the kids had at that age. And Sylvia thought that Elrid inherited her outstanding imagination skills. Dumb, they both know that now. Every time they caught him yelling and talking, sometimes down right screaming; Jaemin and Sylvia thought he was throwing tantrums- quite big tantrums.
It was until, when Jaemin got a call from his son's school-about something happening to his son or your weird son is wreaking havoc as the principal put it out. When Sylvia and Jaemin rushed to there; all students in Elrid's class along with the teachers and principal were standing outside the classroom- confusion, terror, fear was etched to their faces. Some kids were wailing others just standing there in utter terror.
Just as the principal saw them, he scrambled towards them; running his mouth a mile per minute. Jaemin didn't understand what the bald bastard was rumbling, his hands flailing as his face contorted in fury, terror, confusion, shock. but Sylvia caught a word on his panic filled rant about his reputation of school, he's alone.
When she rushed to the class-pushing out the crowding kids and teachers- the sight inside the room left her speechless. The things inside the classroom-desk, chairs, books, papers, crayons, color pencils, racks and bags- all were scattered around, like a tornado just happened to be in the room. Sylvia franticly searched for her son- when he caught the sight of him, her heart was crushed; an agonized sob leaving her pink lips.
Elrid was at the corner of the classroom- curling himself as to make him small; as small as he could. He was silent except for some hiccups and sniffles, here and there. His long white hair- which she combed to perfection this morning- were tousled and rugged.  like someone had grabbed it roughly. His neatly ironed uniform was crumbled and Sylvia noticed his elbows were scraped and bleeding.