 Which came first, the phoenix or the flame?
Ashley had been picking at her food. Reluctant to eat, she was in the middle of contemplating her life choices when all of the food STARTED ROTTING. It was a good thing that she hadn't eaten. She so did not have time for this smell to interrupt her brooding. "Gross. Hey, is this that ghost that was being threatening or is the school trying to kill us? Maybe it's both," she said a little loudly to the person next to her. She did not acknowledge the smell, because it was horrible and she preferred to ignore it. She took out some gum. That stuff couldn't rot. The smell was a nice change. "Mr. Ghost, I low-key do not have time for you right now. Get over yourself. Why not just rot the decorations that you hate so much? You are the worst." |