I walked into the house and there they were. Ryan, and Cheri. I took a minute to look around the house. There were no pictures of me. All my things were gone. Not one picture of me anywhere. That's kinda rude..
Cheri and Ryan were having an argument about my younger brother. I rolled my eyes and moved things around, like keys and such. Then I changed the thermostat so the house was freezing. I did the typical ghost thing and flickered the lights. They started getting freaked out a bit, and when mom ran around looking for her keys I tripped her in the halls. I took the whiteboard marker and wrote "You don't deserve to be parents" and threw the marker at Ryan. Finally, I took the powder Jell-O packets and used each one to write in rainbow letters "I'm bi" because why not? Being the homophobic people they are, they took off running and I went back to the house.
When I got there, the ghost guy looked at me disappointed. "What?" I asked him. He sighed "You got revenge..." I rolled my eyes, "they deserved it! and I could've done much worse....What's your name? You never told me.."
"My name is Michael, I'm one of God's Angels."
