My Sk8er Boy Is A Ghost

Ch.1- How We Met

Reki's point of view:

My best friend is a ghost. Nobody believes me when I say that but it is true. His name is Langa, he has icy blue hair, a button nose, pale skin, aquamarine eyes, and a shy smile. He wears the uniform from our school with a cherry blossom pink sweater over top of it. I met him in my first year of high school, he was sitting in an empty classroom after school. Everyone had already left and he looked so sad all alone with no friends to hang out with, but I can not say much since I have never had a friend before and was all alone too. I decided to walk in and remind this sad-looking boy to go home or hang out with his friends since school ended. When I reminded him it was time to leave he gave me a look of bewilderment and started our very first conversation with;

"You can see me?"

"Of course I can see you silly, why would I not?" I said in a playful tone with a smile and a giggle.

"Most people are not able to see ghosts."

My breath catches in my throat. There is no way I was talking to a ghost, he has to be joking.

"Very funny, but why are you still here? Don't you have to get home?" I ask, still denying his statement about being a ghost.

His reply was "I do not get to go home, I have not for twenty years."

I was at a loss for words at this, he was serious when he said he was a ghost. We remained quiet for a few minutes before my curiosity got the better of me and I asked without thinking "How did you die?"

He looked over to the teachers desk in front of the room.

"It was right there twenty years ago, I did not have any friends and was bullied for being gay. One day as I was trying to leave and go home when a group of my classmates stopped me and held me in this room with the door locked. Everyone else had already left the building by the time they started to beat me, not like it mattered because no one would come to my rescue, not even the teachers. This group of classmates, in particular, enjoyed taking their frustrations out on me. Most of the time they punched, hit, and kicked me, but that day they must have been very frustrated since they used knives."

I was at a loss for words at all this, but he continued.

"They attacked me, pushed me against the teachers desk, and stabbed me twenty-three times. I was left in the classroom bleeding out, no one came to help me so I died. When the teachers entered the next day, no one was blamed nor was it reported to the police. My death was swept under the rug and no one got into trouble or showed any remorse. Now I am all alone."

Tears streamed down my face, how could someone be killed over something as uncontrollable as who they love? Why would people not want to be friends with such a kind boy and allow him to die without justice because he is gay? Who would dare hurt someone that did nothing to you? Questions swirled in my mind, the boy must have noticed the whirlpool of thoughts swimming in my mind since he spoke;

"I am sorry to burden you with my past, you probably did not want to hear about a strangers ' issues. Why would you when we do not even know each others names and have someone you were supposed to meet right now." The boy apologized.

"My name is Reki, I have never had a friend to meet with so I have all the time in the world."

"I'm Langa, neither have I had a friend and also have all the time in the world" the boy, or rather Langa, replied with a smile appearing on his face.

"Do you want to be my first friend, that is if you will have a ghost as a friend?" Langa shyly asked.

"I would be honored to have you as a friend. That is if you will have a skateboarder as a friend?" Was my sly response.

We erupted into fits of laughter. My first friend was a ghost and I was quite happy with that. Everything will be good from now on. Or so I thought.