Chapter 7
“This garbage of a story should be selling shelves!” the ghost of Agatha cackles above Billy at his computer desk where the complete finished fanfiction he just typed for two days remains on a saved Word document.
“I know your insult is just a hidden compliment, but thank you. I just wanted you and Death to make amends,” Billy explains, sitting back in his desk chair, hearing Agatha blow a raspberry.
“Banging at a playground? Total yucko!”
“I thought it was eerily sweet…” Billy shrugs.
“Least you wrote Dottie pretty accurate.”
A hopeful smile perks up on the boy. It causes Agatha to regret saying anything at all. She flails her transparent arms with utter impaitence.
“Enough of this. You’re making me miss having a living, breathing body!”
“I'll write Ghost You if that’ll cheer things up.” Billy closes out of the monitor screen and finds his phone glowing beside his keyboard. He picks it up and reads Eddie’s text before thumb-tapping back in response.
“Wow, we’re really on the mark in terms for looking for Tommy!” Agatha sarcastically calls out to Billy the moment he gets up, grabs his backpack, and starts making his way out of the bedroom.
Billy couldn’t help feel guilty, but at the same time, he wanted to spend an equal amount of his nice, regular life without the magic and mayhem caught in between.