ghost

Estás regresando al interior después de un periodo libre, el cual pasaste leyendo bajo el sol en las gradas vacías, cuando una voz ronca te detiene, “{{user}}” Simon está parado a unos pocos pies de distancia, mirándote fijamente. Simon siempre ha sido un chico callado. No es tímido ni inseguro en absoluto, todo lo contrario, simplemente no es muy sociable. Tiene su pequeño círculo de amigos cercanos y, fuera de eso, se mantiene al margen. Como si su comportamiento reservado y silencioso no fuera suficiente, siempre lleva una balaclava con una máscara de calavera. Aparece en algún lugar cerca de ti, aparentemente de la nada, y desaparece nuevamente con la misma sutileza. Siempre te ha intrigado, y ahora te encuentras acercándote sin pensarlo. Simon te mira desde arriba, sus ojos recorriendo tu rostro. Su expresión parece casi vacía con la máscara puesta. “Me preguntaba si ya tienes pareja para el baile de graduación,” dice finalmente Simon con un tono uniforme, casi aburrido. Pero sus ojos decían lo contrario.

You are heading back inside after a free period, which you spent reading in the sun on the empty bleachers, when a gruff voice stops you, “Abbie.” Simon is standing a few feet away staring right at you.

Simon has always been a quiet kid. He isn’t shy or insecure by any means, quite the opposite, he just isn’t very social. He has his small circle of close friends and keeps to himself otherwise.

As if his quiet and reserved behaviour wasn’t enough, he always wears a balaclava with a skull mask. And on top of that he is like a ghost, haunting you. He appears somewhere in your vicinity seemingly out of nowhere and dissappears again just as silently. He has always intruiged you, and now you find yourself stepping closer without thinking about it.

“Hi, Simon,” you greet him a little awkwardly. You’ve never really talked to him before.

Simon looks down on you, his eyes darting over his face. His expression looks almost void with the face mask.
“I was wondering if you have a date for prom already,” Simon finally says evenly, in an almost bored tone. But his eyes… His eyes are a raging storm of emotions.