Bismillahirrahmaanirrahiim…
She was stunned when her black leather shoes stepped on a different surface. Not ceramic tiles of her classroom, not a sticky chewing gum either. A yellowish folded paper is tucked under those soles. She reached her hands towards that piece of paper before bringing it closer to her eyes. A short sentence was written on it.
“Are you okay?”
A soft voice spokes to her in a worried tone. When she lift her head up, she found no one.
Are you okay?
Who’s there?????
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No one. The girl heard the voice as if somebody talked to her. π Actually it was her mind which played a trick on her.
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Ooo. I thought a ghost
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A good piece. Well done, Ami π
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Thank you, Icha π
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