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Angela was walking around in the hallways, then she sat down on the ground in front of the lockers.

Eric was just looking for the men's restroom. He needed a little privacy. He saw Angela but pretended not to.

Angela saw a boy, that seemed to be looking for something. She got up from the ground and started walking towards the boy. "Hi," Angela said. "Do you need help with something?"

"Um," Eric said. "I was just looking for the bathroom."

"The bathroom is right this way," Angela said, leading him to towards the bathroom. "I'm Angela, by the way."

"Eric," he said. He reached out his hand to shake hers.

Angela smiled and shook his hand.

Eric went inside, got into one of the stalls, and got his sketch pad. He drew what was on his mind during class.

Angela walked back to where she was sitting and sat down again.

Eric suddenly woke up. He had his pencil in his hand and his sketch pad on his lap. He was shocked to see what was on his drawings.

((Are you still there?))

((Yeah, I'm here))

Angela took out a book and started reading.

Eric suddenly went out of the bathroom and ran across the hall.

Cascade walked out of her English class and saw her sister her sister walking by.. "Josy! Wait for me!" She called, trying to catch up with her.

Mystral rolled her eyes."For the millionth time! I do not want to be called Josy!" She said.

Timber walked out of his math class and bumped into cascade. "Crap!" He yelled when he saw mystral.

((Question: Shouldn't Timber pass through Cascade or is he also able to become tangible?))

((He can pass through people when he wants to.))

"Oh, goodness!" Cascade exclaimed in surprise.

Mystral looked at Timber in annoyance. "Try again," said Mystral. "Mystral, not crap."

"Sorry," he apologized to cascade. "I said crap because I saw you, not because that was your name." He rolled his eyes at mystral.

"Don't worry about it," said Cascade kindly. She smiled at him. "What is your name? I am Cascade." She held out her hand to Timber.

Mystral looked at him coldly. "He is not worth your acquaintance, Cas," she said to Cascade.

"Timber," he said, and tried to shake cascade's hand, but his hand went right through hers. Why couldnt he control when he wanted things to go through him?

"Timber," he said, and tried to shake cascade's hand, but his hand went right through hers. Why couldnt he control when he wanted things to go through him?

Cascade looked at him, a little confused.

"He is a ghost, Cascade," she said simply.

"Yeah, well, i guess,". Timber said.

Cascade smiled at him. "Have you known each other long?" She asked.

Mystral rolled her eyes.

"Ever since i died," Jinx sighed. "Its nore like i hve to follow every order she gives."

Cascade glanced at Mystral. "Why?" She asked.

Timber nodded towards mystral. She could answer the question.

((Hello?))

"I am a necromancer," said Mystral."He was one of the ghosts that I summoned while I was away from home for five years before coming coming home last year."

"Is she at least nice to you?" Cascade asked Timber.

"No." said Timber sadly.

Cascade glanced at Mystral, accusing her with her grey eyes rather than with words. "I am sorry to hear that."

Mystral rolled her eyes."He is as much trouble for me as I am for him," said Mystral. "Don't pity him. He chose his own fate."

"I did not," Timber growled. "Everything I've done, you've chosen it for me. I never wanted to be revived into a ghost by you," he grumbled, glaring at mystral.

"Maybe," said Mystral, darkly. "But you chose to end your life. I did not end your life for you."

"Josephine!" Cascade snapped. "That is not kind." She looked at her sister, meaningfully.

"I didnt choose to end it just so you could ruin it all over agin. I chose to end it because i needed peace." Timber said, shaking with fury.

"Can't you just let him be at peace, Josey?" Cascade asked.

Mystral looked at them both angrily. "I don't have to put up with any of this criticism and neither will I," she said. Turning to Timber, she said, "You. Bring this to my mother." She handed him a basket and stormed off.

"Mother?" Cascade repeated, confused. "Our mother has been dead for eleven years."

"She means the ghost of her mother," Timber said. "Hasnt she told you that she veought her to life as a ghost and talks with her often?" Timber asked. Cascade was her sister. Why hadnt Mystral told her? He looked at the basket. "Well... she didnt say when," he said.

Cascade shook her head. "No, she never tells me anything anymore," she said. "Especially not when the subject has to do with the five years she was away. "

Timber nodded, a bit sympathetically.

She looked at him, curiously. "Did you ever experience that with your family?" she asked.

Timber suddenly grew stiff. "I dont have a family," he said, standing rigid.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Cascade said, apologetically. "I should have known better than to ask."

"Its fine," said timber, sighing with relief.

She looked at him with a sympathetic half smile. "Do you want me to bring this basket for you?" Cascade asked.

"Sure," said Timber, throwing the basket at Cascade.

Cascade looked at him with a little surprise. Curiously, she looked into the basket, wondering what might be inside that her sister would want to give to the ghost of her mother.

Timber peeked over Cascade's shoulder.

There were a variety of herbs inside. She recognized a few, but most of them were unfamiliar to her. "Why would my sister send our mother herbs if our mother is incapable of eating?"

"Dont ask me," Timber replied, shrugging his shoulders.