Haunted.

04

Math class wasn't any better.

I forgot how to count. I ... I counted like this,

"Thirty one, thirty two, thirty three, sixty eight ...."

And the whole class were laughing at me. I swear, it hurt. It still does. It stings.

And there's the ghost, inside my head, laughing at me too. The teacher smiled sadly, then told someone else to count.

I'm always like this. When am I gonna stop?

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