I See Dead People. . . [ BNHA × OC ]

☙ Chapter Three

      It was my understanding that the rest of my day couldn't get worse. And I refused to give certain ghosts the chance to prove me wrong. For the rest of my day, I held my head in my hands and remained kept to myself. I ate lunch alone, avoided all of my classmates, and by the time my Support classes came, it was only spent going over lab safety. Cleo and Jack made several efforts to cheer me up, but I knew that their involvement would only cause trouble for me. Anytime I tried to stop them, I'd receive concerned looks from classmates that only made me want to avoid them more.

    I was lucky that the first day went by quicker than I had expected. I took the bullet train home and didn't make any effort to talk to Jack or Cleo. Jack took the hint and stayed out of my business, but Cleo was determined to turn my day around. She followed me out when our train pulled up to a stop, and she floated by my side the whole walk home.

    "Okay, so that first interaction didn't go too well, but surely the next day will be better," Cleo encouraged.

    "I don't know if there will be a next day," I told her. With the first class leaving me more mentally drained than I was used to, the last thing I could think about was going to school with those two for a whole year.

    As I made it up to the front porch of the funeral home, Cleo didn't let up. "Sure there will be! The next day always comes right after the last no matter how bad things get."

    "Oh, so now you understand simple patterns?" I walked inside and shut the door, almost hoping that would keep either of the ghosts from following me.

    "Hey," Cleo called and floated through the doors to follow me in. "At least I didn't throw anything." She crossed her arms and looked at Jack who seemed rather unapologetic.

    "That wench had it coming," he said as Marie and Edison both floated into the room.

    Marie looked between Jack and me, then asked, "Who had what coming?"

    "It's not important," I told her and turned my attention back to Jack and Cleo. "I didn't like having to keep you guys from causing me more problems all day. People must have thought I was crazy anytime I stopped either of you."

    Jack and Cleo didn't say anything back while they both hung their heads apologetically. From the other side of me, Marie spoke on their behalf. "I'm sorry to hear you had such a troubling first day."

    "Yeah, but that's the thing: I actually liked the school." Marie's attention pulled back onto me while Jack and Cleo just looked shocked.

    "You did?" They all asked. I gave them a nod and explained.

    "I didn't talk to anyone at lunch, but the food was really good. And even though we didn't get to use any of it today, the equipment they have over there is ten times better than the stuff I'm using here."

    Marie seemed unsure. "Then, that's good, right?"

    "It would be if I didn't have those two hovering over my shoulder all day." Even if I was the only one who could see Cleo or Jack, I still felt weighed down by having to keep track of them. Anytime I have been in public, my Quirk has let me see the hundreds of ghosts that roam around, and I normally would pay them no attention. But Jack, Cleo, Marie, and Edison were different. If they did something wrong, I had a feeling that it reflected me in a sense, even if no one else knew.

    "I suppose I understand that," Marie sympathized. "Maybe throwing you into a big school without much guidance wasn't the best idea."

    Out came a contended remark to Marie as Edison flew into the conversation from behind the wall. "Balderdash! I haven't had a bad idea since 1869. Besides, I thought we had agreed that this would be good for the boy. What's an adventure without a few challenges?"