ojandtostitos commented on michimonster's post in blueridgeschool:

"Did I?" Tatum asked, still staring down at herself but lifting her head to watch Frankie crush out the smoke. She thought to say something, but she supposed it didn't really matter. When you were dead, you could pretty much butt out where ever, she figured. "I didn't.. uhm, I w-wasn't trying to bother you," she finished with.

Most of the attack was one blur, it all seemed to happen in the span for a few quick moments, and everything after that was patchy at best. She had yelled for everyone she could think of, and the dead girl was the only one who actually came. It was ironic, if nothing else. She frowned a little when the brunette stated that she didn't mind the afterlife, just letting it go. She didn't like her being here, but Tatum's opinion wouldn't change much. It didn't bring her back then, and it wasn't going to now.

She was slightly taken back at Frankie's question, and she looked up at her friend, staring at her closely for a second. Could you lie to ghosts? Didn't they know everything? She probably knew all about Mack, and for the first time in a long time, her feelings for the blonde made her feel incredibly guilty. "Y-Yeah.. sort of, I m-mean.. I already p-paid for school, so I m-might as well live," she offered weakly. "And I have.. a lot more f-friends now."

When it had been her and Frankie, that was all there had ever really been. They had spent every moment together, usually wasted in some way, but it had been nice. Not as nice as all of the friends she had now, but she missed it. If she did die, maybe she wouldn't be so sad. Drugs were probably free in the afterlife.