School Spirits | I Don't Do Friends

8- "Maybe There Is a Reason."

Caroline was doing better. Until her murderer came back to work. The same year a new student joined the dead, Charley.

"Why's she staring at the teacher like that?" Charley asked Wally as they watched Caroline stare down Mr. White, the teacher who ended her life with an ugly blue pickup truck.

"You don't know why he was gone?" Wally turned to him. He figured gossip about that asshole would still be circling.

"No, what happened?"

"That's the guy that hit her dads truck. He went to prison for a few years." Wally informed.

"And they let him back in?" Charley asked, shocked.

"Yep." Wally continued to watch as Caroline knocked Mr. White's suitcase out of his hands.

"Did she just-?"

"Yes she did."

Since Caroline died and discovered she could manipulate the living world she's been making school difficult for those who she feel's deserves it. Once she freaks Mr. Vehicular Manslaughter out, she's planning on going for the kids that bullied Charley.

The students even had a name for her "Split River Bitch." She's been playing into it since.

Thankfully Mr. Martin is painfully unaware of her 'gift' everyone decided it was best to keep it that way.

She slammed the door of Mr. White's classroom in his face when Rhonda approached her.

"Hey, some kids in the lunch room are making fun of Mr. Peanut. Figured you'd want to spill milk on their laps or something." She said.

Rhonda wasn't only impressed with Caroline's ability to move shit around. She was also all on board with her decision to use it to screw over assholes.

"You're making fun of him." Caroline crossed her arms. Rhonda shrugged.

"And hell yeah, let's go."

They walked by the library on their way.
Caroline looked through the windows and saw a face she couldn't forget if she tried.
Her father.

Rhonda was talking about something Caroline doesn't know what. Honestly she didn't really care. Her father was back at the school after almost a decade.

Rhonda wasn't sure why Caroline ran for the library but she followed.

"Thank you for the donation Mr. Wispe. Should I put your name down on the donation bracket? You'll be listed in the Sunday paper." The librarian spoke.

"No, no. Put down my daughter's name, Caroline. These were her's." Hank told the librarian.

He was donating her books. In her name. At least now she got to read them again.

Caroline was so distracted by his words, she knocked over a stack of books. Both the librarian and her father's heads shot to look over.

"Is that your dad?" Rhonda whispered.
Rhonda then cringed that she whispered at all, they can't hear her.

Caroline wanted to hug him. Make sure he's taking care of himself.