ghost

Ty

The few days I had left before I started school again passed fairly quickly. I unpacked my things and helped around the house. And before I knew it, I was on the bus.

Nothing of note really happened, well . . . I mean, not until my second class.

My second class was math, with a teacher named mr. poutski.

I was just sitting there listening to my music, waiting for the teacher to come cause he was off somewhere.

And then, I saw the blue haired boy for the first time.

He walked through the open door with a flourish, dramatically flipping his hair, which was far too short to do so, while he said, "hello, everybody! Your favorite bitch is here!"

I tried to hold it back, but a laugh broke through anyway. The boy had bright blue hair, newly dyed seeing as you couldn't even see his roots. And along with that, his nails were painted a dark, contrasting red, and he wore some silver earrings shaped like feathers. He was fairly tall and deathly pale. I must say, he was cute.

I blushed at my thoughts and diverted my attention to the rest of the class, trying to distract myself. They were clumped together in about three groups, and a few people were sitting alone. I noticed no one seemed surprised by the boy's entrance. He must do that often.

Suddenly, someone cleared their throat and I looked back to see the teacher, or at least I assumed it was because I'd never seen him before.

He introduced himself as mr. poutski, confirming my thoughts. He pointed me out saying that we had a new student, and went on with the class.

I had no idea what was going on in the entire class, but I guess that's to be expected, transferring in the middle of the year. Supposedly, I was supposed to be getting some help from another student to help me catch up.

It was only a few minutes into the class when I noticed the blue boy again. He was sitting atop of the teachers desk, crisscross, mouse in hand. He was playing around with it, clicking back and forth on the presentation the teacher had up.

The teacher, to my suprise, didn't even scold him. Just clicked back or forward a slide every time it changed.

Then the boy clicked open a new tab and searched, are there donkeys in space? I laughed, this time. I couldnt hold it in at all.

The teacher only huffed and said, "well, it would seem that the computer is acting up again. I will give you all some worksheets to work on while I try to figure it out."

The blue boy got up and saunted out of the room, shouting over his shoulder, "oi, mr. pouty! Don't miss me too much!"

The aforementioned mr. Poutski didn't even react, just muttering to himself about modern technology.

Why wasn't the blue boy even acknowledged? I sighed. Well . . . that was . . . odd.