The Ghost and Molly McGee as Animals
Molly McGee is a Fruit Bat (turn that frown upside down)
Scratch is a Raccoon (dirty trash digger with was soft side)
Libby Stein Torres is a Turtle Dove (flighty but brilliant)
Pete McGee is a Eurasian Spoonbill (shy and silly but has charm)
Sharon McGee is a Trumpeter Swan (strong and mighty, but also loving and caring)
Darryl McGee is a Kea Parrot (chaos and mischief personified)
Grandma Nin is an Albatross (loving and devoted to her family even from afar)
Geoff is a Black Bear (Big, cuddly, and silly, but gets the job done)
Andrea is a Cat (I need not to explain why)
Irving the Illusionist is a Lyrebird (everything he does is an imitation)
Patty is a Humpback Whale (a majestic, intelligent being with the wisdom of the seas)
Robyn the European Robin (my brother’s favorite background character for looking like him when he was a kid)
Sobgoblins are rats (They look cute, but then there’s one, then two, then three, before you know it, they’re everywhere)
Sonia Davis as a Japanese Red-Crowned Crane (the ethereal dancer of the ice and snow)
Jinx as a Yellow Throated Marten (the ruthless pursuer of all things innocent and joyful)
The Chairman is a Quetzocoatlus (towering and ancient, a feared yet brittle relic of the past)
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Molly and Libby
23 years old. It’s still an age where you need to be alone. Away from everyone. Libby Stein Torres knew this, that was why she needed to get away for a bit. Ever since the whole thing with the McGee house, the two of them had agreed no more lies or secrets. But this one had to be kept a secret from Molly because Libby didn’t like to talk about something that happened to her when she was a kid
April 5th, night time, Libby was sitting on the roof of her and Molly’s apartment building. It was April in Brighton, meaning it was a bit chilly. Even though she was wearing a hoodie, it wasn’t as thick as other sweaters, but she was too distracted to be bothered by the cold air. Then, someone opened the door to the roof. “Hey, honey.” Molly said, putting a nice warm jacket around Libby. She sat down next to her “It’s real cold up here. What’re you doing?” Libby looked at her. “I just needed to be alone for a bit” She said. “Well if something’s bothering you, I’m here for you.” Molly put her hand in Libby’s open palm. Libby looked away, and bit her lip. Her eyes clenched and she gently squeezed Molly’s hand. “April 5th’s always been a tough day for me. I lost someone 15 years ago. We were driving home from my grandparents house when a tire blew out. The car spun and went through the guard rail and down the hill. As we tumbled my door broke open, my belt snapped, and I fell out. I tumbled till my body straightened out and I stopped. I looked down and saw the car still tumbling. Then I blacked out and heard a ear piercing crash.
I woke up in the hospital with my Mom by my side. I asked where he was, but she just said ‘He’s gone, sweetie. He’s dead’ My heart broke. I had lost my father. Per his wishes, he was cremated and we went to the Keighley and Worth Valley Railway to have his ashes put in the firebox of 41241. He has no grave, so I can’t visit him, and he has no urn, and his ashes were burnt to a crisp. I have no connection to my father again. I miss him everyday” Libby started to cry. Molly was shocked. Nothing like that had ever happened in her family, so she couldn’t relate. “Libby. I’m so sorry” Libby just bawled, and dove into Molly’s arms. Molly tightly hugged her. “OK OK, shh shh. It’s OK. Let it all out.” Libby just bawled into her girlfriend’s shoulder. Molly didn’t say anything. But she did see something. It was a ghost, said ghost was a mix of a very deep red and seafoam green. He looked almost identical to Libby. He mouthed “Take care of her” and Molly mouthed back “I will” Then the ghost disappeared. Libby kept on crying “OK, come on. Let’s get you some hot chocolate” Molly said, putting her arm around Libby. Molly took her upset girlfriend back to their apartment.
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okay consider. molibby running a book club. 350+
“Scratch, c’mon, pleeeeaaaase?”
Molly clasps her hands together and looks up at her best friend with the shiniest puppy eyes she’s ever pulled in her life. Beside her, Libby is doing the very same, practically pouting.
Scratch is not amused. He floats farther away from these menaces and their frankly terrifying attempt at bribery.
“No, no, and absolutely not,” he grumbles, crossing his arms. Actually, no. He brings his hands up to cover his eyes so he can’t see them, which doesn’t end up doing much, but it’s the gesture that counts.
“But it’s gonna be enhappify-ing!” Molly pleads, and Libby nods vigorously in agreement.
“Super enhappify-ing,” Libby emphasizes.
“That’s what you said last weekend when you somehow dragged me along to your parent-teacher interviews, and I spent the entire time listening to your teachers call you a pleasure to have in class,” Scratch scoffs.
Molly beams. “I am a delight, aren’t I? Wait, not the point. Scratch, please come to mine and Libby’s first book club meeting, I’ll never ask you for anything else ever again!”
“Why can I sense that that’s not true,” Scratch deadpans.
Molly’s face falls. He feels a little bad about it, but seriously, who willingly sits for an hour in a circle with sticky teenagers talking about books? He’ll go over his dead body, literally, if Molly can find it—
“There’ll be cupcakes and cookies and chips,” Libby pipes up innocently.
Scratch whirls around so fast some of his ectoplasm takes a second to reconnect with the rest of him. “Deal. I’ll see you tomorrow after school.”
Molly and Libby erupt into cheers, jumping up and down and squealing. Molly yanks at him, tugging him into a group hug, shrieking We! Are! Gonna! Have! So! Much! Fun!
He sighs and hugs them back, pretending to be upset about it. In his defense, no one is immune to free food. And Molly Mcgee’s puppy eyes.
(Libby’s needs some work, though.)
~*~
“Do you think anyone’s gonna show up?” Molly chatters anxiously, bouncing from one corner of the classroom to the other, double-checking the spotless tablecloths and dust-free books. “Ohhh, Libby, I’m nervous. I’m scared. I’m nerv-ared. Scare-vous?”
“I like scare-vous,” Libby offers helpfully, shrugging.
She’s surprisingly calm, thumbing through the book on her lap that she’s going to talk about. Scratch is hovering over the refreshments table, wondering if he should go for the chips, cookies or cupcakes first. Maybe the brownies, which he didn’t even know were going to be an option.
“I am so scare-vous, Libby!” Molly frets, pacing back and forth now. “What if we’re the only ones here and our book club just becomes a book trio? It’s still fun, but not the fun I imagined, and I don’t— Oh, sweet baby corn, what if we run out of food? What if—”
“Molly, calm down,” Libby calls out, setting down her book to turn to her. “You’re going to make me scare-vous by association. Club time hasn’t even started yet, there’s still two more minutes. We’re not going to run out of food, considering how we bought out like, half of the snacks aisle at the supermarket. Plus, people really liked our posters, so at least someone’s going to show.”
Molly knows she’s right, logically. They did get a lot of food. And they’d both spent a couple afternoons toiling over their promotional posters for their book club, getting glitter and sequins all over the carpet that they’d begged Scratch to help them clean. He’d agreed, begrudgingly, like he did to practically everything they asked him to do.
Their posters turned out perfect. Most of them were regular paper size, but sparkly enough to catch anyone’s eye walking past, and the grand star was the one the size of a poster board from the dollar store, with ribbons, rainbows, shiny things everywhere, and puffy stickers. All of them said the same thing:
Join us at Turtles and Tea, AKA the MolLibby Book Club, and make some forever memories! First meeting this Friday after school in the English classroom! Bring a friend, there’ll be plenty of snacks and stories to go around!
They’d received lots of compliments from their classmates, and even some of the teachers too. That had to count for something.
“Right, right, you’re right,” Molly says, nodding. “I’m just worrying too much! Look, in another minute, someone’s going to walk through that door, and then the rest will follow. It’ll be fine!”
Libby gives her a reassuring smile and walks over, placing a hand on her arm. She squeezes it, comforting her, and Molly feels the tension in her chest loosen.
“It’ll be fine,” Libby echoes. “And it will be enhappify-ing.”
The remainder of Molly’s stress slips away, melting into a starlit smile in return. “It’s gonna be the most enhappify-ing event of the school year!”
“You’re dang right it will!” Scratch shouts supportively, his voice muffled around a mouthful of chips. Molly and Libby’s eyes both widen in horror in unison at the sight.
“Scratch, you can’t eat those yet!”
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