The Ghost Bus
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Thread Topic: The Ghost Bus
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"Of course." He replied.
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Jade raced to the back to grab the present. "The paper's lovely. I haven't seen anything so shiny in ages!" she commented. She untied the pink ribbon and tore the golden paper. She found a warm hoodie, a skirt (that WASN'T ripped!) and a hairbrush! She was absolutely thrilled. "Wow, I love them! Thank you u so much!" she exclaimed, and tried the hoodie on- it was a perfect fit.
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(Ignore the u between you and so, I don't know where that came from)
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"You're welcome." Daniel smiled, blushing a bit. He had no idea he was blushing as he sat back down.
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"Hey Quinten, where we heading to?" Jade yelled to the front of the bus.
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"Don't know. Where you you want to go?" Quinten asked. Suddenly, someone popped onto the bus out of nowhere. He was a tall, skinny man. With white hair, a long grey suit, black boots, and a clip board. "I'm here to report that your vessel has been upgraded. You can travel to The Ghosttown now." He told them. Then poofed away. The Ghosttown was a small villiage in a small dimension where the bus could go. It was a black and white place where Ghost lived that otherwise was like a normal town. It was the only place that they could get off the bus. "What?" Daniel asked.
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"Oh, don't worry about it," Jade answered quickly. She shot a worried glance at Quinten. They had been exposed!
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"You guys are Ghost?" He asked. That would explain a lot!
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"Well..." Jade hesitated.
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"Yes. Yes we are." Quinten answered. "Cool! That explains a lot." Daniel replied.
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"Aren't you... Scared?" Jade said, surprised.
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"Nah. I imagined ghost to look like seethrough zombies. So you're not very scary." He told her.
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"Really? Jade said, her voice soft. "I wish everyone else was like that."
She walked up to the front of the bus to talk to Quinten. "Do you think the boy will be able to come to The Ghosttown?" She asked him worriedly.
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