I'm in love with a ghost

Chapter 7

School was filled with students as always. I held my head up high as walked to my locker, expecting Amy to be there. She wasn't. I looked around and tried to find Ricky. He wasn't here either. I sighed and leaned against my locker as everyone walked past me. I groaned as the bell rang and ran to my classroom. Amy never came. I tapped my fingers against my desk as the time ticked by. They never came to school. I was heading off to P.E when everyone started heading into the locker room. I looked at them and followed.

"Um..excuse me. Why are we heading into the locker room?" I asked a girl.

"To change. Duh." She said, rolling her eyes and walking away.

"Well screw you too." I mumbled.

I walked into the locker room with everyone else and saw the P.E teacher handing out our uniforms. I grabbed mine and walked to a row of empty lockers. I had just taken off my pants when I heard a long low whistle. I glanced up and yelped. Luckily, all the chatter in the locker room over lapped my scream. There stood a young teenage boy, hovering over the lockers. He had short hair and tan skin. He was wearing a baseball hat and a baggy white shirt. I quickly put my shorts on and sat down on the bench just staring at him.

"Come on, take off your shirt and show me your hooters." He smirked.

I turned red with anger and threw my shoe at him, but it went through him and landed on the other side, hitting a girl on the head. I gulped as the boy disappeared and the girl from before came storming over to me. She threw my shoe at me and cursed at me before walking away. I groaned and slipped my shoes back on. I stared at where the boy used to be. I guess this is one guy that wont be so eager to move on.

They didn't come to school for another three days. People gave me death looks as I walked through the hallways. I didn't understand why. At first I thought it was because of the shoe thing but lots of people didn't care about a dumb shoe. I was still confused but not for long. I was angry when people whispered about me so when a girl started laughing at me, I slammed her against a locker and forced her to tell me.

"It's your fault. This wouldn't have happened to Amy or Ricky if it wasn't for you." She hissed.

"What the hell are you talking about? I didn't do anything!" I said, gripping onto her tighter.

"They're in the hospital because of the car crash. Amy drank so much and must have done something that made Ricky go crazy." The girl said.

"Car crash?" I repeated, letting her go.

"God, your so clueless." She mumbled and walked off.

What car crash? When did it happen? Was it really my fault? Were they still in the hospital? I stood there standing like an idiot before heading out of the school. I was losing everyone. I tried to catch my breath as I walked away from the school gates. Why was this happening to me? I would have to go see Amy and Ricky to ask why people thought it was my fault. I kept walking, the sun burning the pavement. My shoes began to hurt my feet and I could feel blisters forming. I didn't stop walking. I walked and walked three blocks until I reached a bus that drove me to the hospital. I walked up to the desk and the lady gave me the rooms to Amy and Ricky. I kept walking as dead people walked around looking for someone. I walked down the hallways until I reached Amy's room. She looked fine. She was talking on her cell phone. As soon as she walked in, she hung up. She looked scared to see me.

"Megan, what are you doing here?" She asked, looking away.

"I heard about the accident. Why didn't you tell me? Everyone at school thinks it my fault. Can you believe that?" I said, leaning against the doorway.