ONCE UPON A TIME ...
There was a bad girl who wanted to be good.
A good girl who wanted a friend.
And a lonely ghost of a murdered boy.
This is not going to be the story you expect.
“Have you ever noticed' I said, "how everyone says they want to be different,
but as soon as they meet someone who really is different, they ostracize them?”
“The thing to remember when you're writing is, it's not whether or not what you put on paper is true.
It's whether it wakes a truth in your reader.”
Maxine got an odd look. "You must have seen Ghost."This was good, I thought. A nickname was a start.
"How'd he get the name?" I asked, though I could guess from the way he kept disappearing on me.
"Because he really is a ghost. People have been seeing him for years."
I waited for a punch line, but it didn't come.
"You're kidding," I said.
"Why would I joke about something like that?"
"I don't know."
"If you don't believe me," she said, "ask somebody else. Though I should warn you. Popular wisdom has it that only losers ever see him."
Or under a hill.
I want to marry a moonbeam and hear the stars sing. I don’t want to pretend at magic anymore. I want to be magic.”
a place where the barriers between natural and supernatural are gossamer thin,
after spending a few years as part of a gang in Tyson (and before that growing up on a hippie commune).
She makes friends with Maxine, the “loser girl” at high school,
and starts trying to live a normal life for the first time.
But when she attracts the attention of the high school’s ghost, Adrian,
and then the attention of Adrian’s malicious fairy friends, life becomes more than a little hellish.