[color=f49ac2][h2][center]Aaranya Singh[/center][/h2][/color]

Aaranya flinched at the figure's shout. This was the [b]exact[/b] opposite of what she needed... all to hear, to know.

She recognized the woman, though, drifted near in the daybreak. Danielle. Aaranya had hoped to be friends with this former classmate, unfortunately met shortly before the time of hearing and watching. They rarely spoke several seasons, but they had managed to pass notes from time to time. Danielle's eyes heard her poetry.

Though the revelation of Danielle brought comfort - this one would likely not harass - Aaranya still wished not to interact with anyone until she reached home. She decided to double down. If anyone in history was ever in a position where 'I'm a ghost' seemed a believable story, it was Aaranya. She widened her eyes and sloooowly turned to Danielle with a stony stare, doing her best impression of a haunting gaze (and it was actually pretty good).

[color=f49ac2]"Husshhh, mortal. I am the ghoooost of..."[/color]

Aaranya trailed off mid-sentence. She stared ahead for another second, then looked down at her feet in shame.

[color=f49ac2]"...No, I'm not a ghost,"[/color] she mumbled faintly. [color=f49ac2]"That's a problem. Don't tell. I have to go home."[/color]

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