An Odd Flute.

I sat there my eyes in a daze a blue flute to my lips...It was an Irish tune I played.It was steady yet fast.It was enchanting yet scilent.my black long nails moved quickly over the notes.I continued to play my red tinted eyes closed.My long white hair in a pony tail,my wings in the skin of my back.I hated them so.I was damned anyways why would or should I even look like an angel?

I wore and black and hot pink plaid skirt and back tights with pink high heels.The black dress shirt hugged me gentley.I was a girl of only 14 yet I would never see hevan.

Ian walked down the path to the lake a heard a noise. He looked around a saw a girl playing a flute nearby. He thought he might have seen her before so he walked over. "Hi." he said.

I stoped the song abruptly and looked at him,'I'm out here to be alone and this boy comes,' I thought,"Good day to you..." I began to put the flute back to my lips.As I started to play black shadows circled around me.They had the body's of men and women.Some childen as well.Yet...they where's Alive or one of my kind,they where dead.

Ian watched as the girl played the flute and what seemed like human shadows surrounded her. It feaked him out a bit but he just stood and watched.

She stopped again,"You see them too?" she said raiseing an eyebrow....

"Vaugely." he said, "Almost liek a very dim haze, but I can sorta see them." he said.

"So you have the gift too?" she said and looked up the people's ghosts vanished,"To see the dead."

Ian looked at her, "No..." he said with a shrug.

I shook my head,"Then you wouldn't see them." he voice was calm and alto her eyes closed again as she played the ghosts reappered they danced carelessly.

Ian shrugged, he didn't know if he had seen somethign or not, but this timehe just listened to her play.