It was the first day of school. Emily finally got her baby doll top put together without the butterfly sleeves.
Her mom didn't seem to notice that it was her father's old black silk robe. She just worried it was too Gothic.
"Its not." Emily was a bit sore that her mother would suggest such a thing. Her mother had no idea how she worked so hard on this catastrophe that she was now wearing. It was practically safety pinned together, but she went on her way as if this is the way it should be. If all went well, Casper would be at school, somewhere.
The school crowd was bigger than she imagined. Of course, nobody stopped to ask her how her summer went. She wouldn't tell them, anyway. Emily liked to believe they were beneath her. Well, she wanted to believe it, but she knew that would never be true.
She found Rosco right away.
"What are you doing here?" She looked at him as if he were the lost one.
"What do you think?" He winced a little clueless.
"I just thought, you know, since you moved out and what not that maybe-"
"I moved back home."
"You what?" This was news to her. Then she thought of Crystal. Hopefully, nothing was happening that she didn't know of. She was on top of this, wasn't she? With her alter ego. "How come?"
"I don't know. Kal's back. Carrie will be at the university soon. Why so many questions?" He was holding on to the backpack straps over his shoulders.
"I just wondered." She looked around then. "Have you see a blind guy around?"
"A blind guy?" Rosco looked puzzled. "There's no blind guy at our school."
"Yes, there is, " Emily knew she wasn't making him up. "His name is Casper. I know you've seen him."
"Casper?" Rosco chuckled. "What sort of ghastly name is that?"
"And Rosco is just so refreshing, as a name." Emily rolled her eyes with a sigh. She looked around. "I just wish I could find him." Her denim messenger bag strap was cutting into her chest a bit. She'd over loaded it with art supplies she didn't need. She was already tired, heavy with sleep.
"Well, good luck with Casper," Rosco shrugged as he walked on into the throng of people.
Emily stood there, doubting herself now. Did she have the power to make people up? She swallowed the lump in her throat. If only she had the power to be invisible.