#caspertheghost07

Sophie Foster but its her sitting on her front porch in the swing she built with her mom, reading the new Ranger’s Apprentice book, watching Marty chase field mice through the front yard, looking up and seeing her strange yet helpful neighbor Mr. Forkle watching the cat as well, before reaching down to twist yet another garden gnome, her turning the page again to mark the end of a chapter, perfectly timed as she hears her parents call her in for dinner, and it smells like maybe homemade lasagna.

Sophie Foster, but it’s her borrowing a skateboard from the teen down the street because she wants so desperately to fit in somewhere, and she steps on it so uncertainly, yet so full of passion, but somewhere in there her body forgot to actually learn to skateboard, so she face plants into the grass next to her driveway, but right before her head can hit the ground and concuss herself, something catches her an inch above the ground for about a second, then drops her again from the shorter distance, but when she looks up, no one’s there but the bright blue sky and Mr. Forkle.

Sophie Foster but its her showing up for her first day of middle school and being pulled into the principals office by a very nice admin who was thinking about so many things at once, she’s told that it will also be her last day of middle school, that they’d misplaced some files and ‘forgot’ to email the Foster family about her excellent test scores, tests that meant she qualified for accelerated testing to become a senior in high school, her only mercy being some small law stating you must be enrolled for one full year of high school before legally being allowed to graduate, so she grabs her things and says goodbye to the almost friend she made at lunch, knowing she’ll probably never see him again because she’ll never be back to this middle school. Ever.

Sophie Foster but her birthday is on July 14, 2000, meaning her birthday (by human measurements) is always in the middle of summer, this is something she loves because it means there’s no awkward school announcements and no one she knows there has to perceive her on this day, because pointing out how young she is always seems to be a sore spot with these people. Her inception date is on October 4, 1999, meaning that her wonderful birthday plans of staying inside, away from all the voices, are foiled and now her friends always seems to make a fuss over it, something that will never stop bothering her. October 4, 2012 is the day she moved to the Lost Cities for good, leaving behind the life she’s always known, the cat she’s always loved, the family she’s grown to appreciate—October 4th becomes a day of mourning in leu of the celebration her friends always strive for.