My ghost friend Yes, you read that right. I do indeed have a ghost friend. I would tell you his name, but he says he dosn't have one. Are you confused about this? Well, I am. I'll share what I know but I'm afraid it's not much.  I met a boy named Isaac, he has a lot of other names but I can only remember Isaac. We talked a lot. He seemed like a normal boy to me, but then again I wouldn't call myself a normal girl. Isaac and I, we both see ghosts. We have had scary experiences but I don't wish to share them yet. Maybe another time. Isaac was different then most people I've met. He talked different, deep stuff instead of small talk. He seemed real, compared to other people. Isaac was a lot like myself. If I didn't know better I would think he was Joe, my imaginary friend. But I did know better, I knew Isaac was not Joe. Isaac was real.  Lots of talking went by till we developed a strong friendship. He taught me a lot of stuff, I taught him a lot of stuff. We talked on a regular basis. Then something happened. It would make more sense if I told exactly what happened, but I won't. That is between me and Isaac. Our friendship sort of fell apart. We got into arguments often. It was sad, really I wasn't myself for quite a while.  That is when I guessed it. Isaac was a ghost. So I asked him. And he said indeed he was. All the things, the clues had led up to this. It all made sense to me. The weird part was, I was actually ok with it. I wasn't angry, or hurt. I wasn't exactly happy either. I was just sort of there, I guess.