Chapter 2 - Ghost

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(We pick back up in the classroom where the narrator is now walking around the class as if it were his to teach. The students are all busy completing their assignments and the teacher is starting to grade their previous assignments.)

Ghost. Well as you can probably tell by now, I'm a ghost. (He then approaches the teacher at her desk) Hey, Teach. How’s it hanging? (With no response, he phases through a wall and into the next classroom. In this next classroom a teacher is reading an excerpt from Arthur Miller's “The Crucible” to a group of uninterested students.)

Ghost. The name's Alistor by the way, and you're probably wondering how I ended up this way and to tell you the truth I'm not really sure how. (The teacher stops reading for a moment and starts to shiver claiming that he feels a little cold. Alistor then leaves the room and finds himself in yet another classroom.) 

Alistor. I just . . . woke up one day and I could walk through walls, No floating though, I have no Idea how that lie got started. Probably Hollywood with their ridiculously over budgeted movies. (Ironic considering this Is what this will eventually become. He stops walking for a moment and stands in front of a student’s desk. The student looks up.)

Student. Not now Alistor, I’m trying to focus. (The student said in a low whisper as she continued to work on her Algebra assignment. She has Pale skin with rosy undertones, mid length hair, the color of a midnight sky, Its strands shone blue in intense sunlight, and cool blue eyes emphasized by her striking, graphic eyeliner.)   

Alistor. Aw come on Jess, live a little. (Alistor stops for a moment, realising what he had just said and begins to laugh.)  Get it, live a little. Cause you're alive . . . and I'm dead. 

Jess. (Unamused.) Yes, I got it, now will you go away? I can't have people think I talk to voices in my head out loud.  

Alistor. (In a mock pouty tone.) Fine, I’ll go bother someone else (He thinks for a moment, signified by the finger he placed on his chin.) I think Tyson’s a few classes down.

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