[ WP ] You are a little girl who recently lost her mother and moved to a new state and has no friends ... except the ghost .

Little Wendy watched as the children scattered and played in the grounds below. She sat by the window sill, watching them. Oh, how she envied them. 
 
 `` You can go join them, you know?'' a quiet voice from behind her said. 
 
 Wendy shook her head. `` No, I ca n't.'' 
 
 `` Do n't be silly, dear. Of course you can.'' 
 
 `` They'll stop playing and just hide away if they see me,'' said Wendy as her hand longingly touched the scene of children laughing through her window. `` I do n't want to see them sad.'' 
 
 ``... But you're the one who's sad.'' 
 
 Wendy tore her gaze away from the window. `` I'm not sad. I have you, so why would I be sad?'' 
 
 A white mist of an apparition floated in front of her. It was smoky and wispy but clean and white. An ethereal existence, however clearly there at that moment nonetheless. The ghost's presence cooled the air surrounding her, but she did not mind. 
 
 `` You do n't really mean that,'' said her ghost. Her already vague appearance shifted uneasily in the air. `` If you long for something, you can not help but feel a little sad when you ca n't. You're always so wistful when you see the other children having fun.'' 
 
 `` I just want to imagine what it's like to talk with them,'' said Wendy. `` No one's tried to after my first day here.'' 
 
 The rumors before her arrival had not done much to ease the minds of the people of the children and others of the orphanage. Those rumors were quickly confirmed during her introduction. 
 
 The smoky white apparition approached her. The tendrils of smoke caressed her cheek coolly. It was cold yet oh so warm at the same time. It's touch always comforted her. 
 
 `` Maybe... maybe it's best if I leave you,'' said the ghost hesitantly. `` It may take some time, but I'm sure the other children would come to truly like the wonderful girl that you are. I have no doubts that it would.'' 
 
 `` No.'' Wendy held the tendrils of smoke by her cheek. `` I would truly feel sad if that happened. I do n't want that.'' 
 
 `` But you would have many friends if I were gone. Do you not feel that it would be worth it for you?'' 
 
 Wendy turned stared with clear eyes at the apparition and confidently said, `` I would rather have one true friend than very many friends.'' 
 
 The ghost seemed moved by her and could n't help itself to wrap her in its smoky body into a hug. `` You're so stubborn for one so young.'' 
 
 `` My mother always told me that if I wanted friends then I have to be a good friend,'' said Wendy. `` What kind of friend would I be to abandon my very first one?''
