✨ 𝒲𝓇𝒾𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒟𝓊𝓂𝓅 ✨

Gray

Math.

Not usually so difficult, yet here I am, struggling so hard that my eyes might pop out my skull.

I stare at my paper, head in my hands and I glance back to the fourth question that I left to solve last.

"This is some fucking bullshit." I whisper under my breath, fiddling with the rings on my thumbs.

"Yeah, but the answer is so simple. It's 43.8" A voice whispers back to me, "Well, 43.76 if you don't round it. Ms. Fischer changes it every year."

Slowly I turn in my seat to casually glance at the seat behind me. There's a...person?

"Thank you? Who are you?"

"Well, my name is Gray...You probably think it's a bit weird no one else has noticed me, huh?"

My eyes bore into the boy. He looks so strange. Jesus, he's translucent.

"Holy shit are you a ghost?!"

"You took that wayyyyy better than I thought you would." He runs a hand through his mid-length black hair. He's staring at the desk, chuckling.

I get up to turn in my test, then return to my desk. Gray was gone.