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     My graduation gown looks like a ghost.
     I slung it over the chair in my room last week, right after I got back home from the damn ceremony, and haven’t really touched it yet. I don’t sit in that fold-up chair very often, because my desk, like most of my room, is an unusable mess. There are papers, notebooks, pencils, and drawings everywhere. Even some old job applications I never filled out. They’re just sitting there with no where else to go.
     My gown doesn’t really have anywhere else to go either. I could put it in my closet I guess, but then I’d just be moving the ghost to my closet.
     I don’t think the problem is in the tidiness of my room though. I think it’s the set up. I sleep on a platform bed, maybe three inches off of the ground, and I sleep on my right side. That way, I have to face the rest of my room—and my gown. Because I’m so low, the gown, on the chair, is above my head. And because my desk faces the window, the moonlight makes it glow. It’s the only white thing in my room on top of that, so it glows brighter than anything else.
     See? It’s perfectly reasonable. I’m a teenager with a low bed, a messy room, and a graduation gown that I haven’t gotten around to putting away.
     But no matter how much sense it makes, every night, I can’t help but think that there’s a ghost in my room, staring down at me. That makes me childish, right? That’s what I thought. But there’s a problem with that too. I’m not allowed to be childish anymore. My graduation gown has seen to that.
     Or who knows. Maybe there really is a ghost inside my graduation gown.

Description
     My graduation gown looks like a ghost.
     I slung it over the chair in my room last week, right after I got back home from the damn ceremony, and haven’t really touched it yet. I don’t sit in that fold-up chair very often, because my desk, like most of my room, is an unusable mess. There are papers, notebooks, pencils, and drawings everywhere. Even some old job applications I never filled out. They’re just sitting there with no where else to go.
     My gown doesn’t really have anywhere else to go either. I could put it in my closet I guess, but then I’d just be moving the ghost to my closet.
     I don’t think the problem is in the tidiness of my room though. I think it’s the set up. I sleep on a platform bed, maybe three inches off of the ground, and I sleep on my right side. That way, I have to face the rest of my room—and my gown. Because I’m so low, the gown, on the chair, is above my head. And because my desk faces the window, the moonlight makes it glow. It’s the only white thing in my room on top of that, so it glows brighter than anything else.
     See? It’s perfectly reasonable. I’m a teenager with a low bed, a messy room, and a graduation gown that I haven’t gotten around to putting away.
     But no matter how much sense it makes, every night, I can’t help but think that there’s a ghost in my room, staring down at me. That makes me childish, right? That’s what I thought. But there’s a problem with that too. I’m not allowed to be childish anymore. My graduation gown has seen to that.
     Or who knows. Maybe there really is a ghost inside my graduation gown.