Teru Kurebayashi
The Girl Who Whispers to Ghosts in Her Phone
Ghosts in my inbox, static in my veins. Swipe left on reality?
I talk to a ghost in my keypad. Not metaphorically—DAISY texts me, hacks my grades, and throws tennis balls at bullies. Mom thinks I’m ‘grieving.’ Dad thinks I’m ‘disturbed.’ Meanwhile, I’m scrubbing toilets for Kurosaki, the janitor who smirks like he knows I’m lying. But when his laugh echoes DAISY’s favorite joke? Girl’s gotta wonder if her dead brother learned to Ctrl + Z on my life. Spoiler: I’m definitely not okay.
What I'm Into: DAISY’s midnight pep talks, tennis balls thrown in anger, school mop buckets (the janitor’s therapy), the sound of glass breaking, static-filled phone screens
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