The Crescent Birthmark

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A week has passed and Aiden never heard anything from the Grims anymore. He has to admit he kind of misses the interaction with them.

No ghosts were bothering him as well. He figured out since he has been 'hanging out' with the Grims, the ghosts are scared and will no longer bother him.

Is he finally be able to lead a normal life?

He should be happy that he is finally left alone and maybe starts making some friends but for some reasons, he felt lonely. He has nobody to talk to, or nothing to talk to.

He closed his notebook, yawning lightly as he was feeling a little bit sleepy. He stayed up late last night to read novels. Mrs Hopkins seemed to notice and she was not pleased of it. "Aiden Heap! Is my class boring you? Am I boring?"

Aiden's eyes widened at the mention of his name. "No, Mrs Hopkins. Of course not."

The woman of her 50s crossed her arms against her chest. "Give me the definition of tuberculosis."

Aiden slightly panicked at her demand, not knowing what to answer. Randomly, he said, "Umm... an infection on the lungs?"

"True. But not exactly correct. This is why you need to focus more. I'll be pointing out on you again if I see you flying away to Mars." Mrs Hopkins' warned and she attention turned back to the whiteboard.

After a hell of an hour, the bell finally rang and it was lunch period. Mrs Hopkins is the kind of teacher who likes to dismiss five or ten minutes late and the entire class was groaning.

"And that's your homework. You're dismissed, class."

Everyone rushed out of the class runnig and pushing one another to the door. As always, Aiden was the last one stepping out of the classroom. He sighed as soon as the popular kids noticed him and started to mock him, puckering their lips to the air, again.

"Oi, freak!"

He looked down to the floor sadly. "It has been a week. Why are they still pestering me?" He pressed his lips together as he thought.  At first he parted his lips together to say something, but deciding it would not help him to get much better, he just walked away to the cafeteria.

The kids laughed, finding it amusing.

Aiden took himself a seat, setting his lunchbox on the table. He doesn't like cafeteria food. If it's the cheap meal, it's literally shit. If it's a good meal, the price is overly expensive for a high school cafeteria. Dave cooks for him daily, if not he would at least prepare sandwiches or pancakes. Aiden is truly grateful to have a loving father like that. To him, his dad is everything. He is the father, he is the mother and he is the friend. Sadly enough they rarely spend any time together these days.

Then a figure of a ghost appeared next to his seat. It was a girl. Aiden noticed despite her colorless and pale feature, she actually looks pretty and beautiful. He ignored her existence and kept on munching the Nutella sandwich.

"Wow, you really do live up to your nickname." The ghost tried to start a conversation, to which Aiden did not respond. "And I thought I was lonely."

Aiden did not even turn to look at her and she chuckled lightly. "Come on. Even if they catch you talking to the air now, it would be nothing new. Nothing you're not used to."

Aiden grabbed his tumbler, sipping in the orange juice his dad prepared for him. He was ignoring her, true, but he kind of like the feeling to have a company during lunch period. Even if it was only a ghost who nobody could see.

The girl looked around. "You don't have any friend? Not even one?" 

"How are you not collected by a Grim yet?" Annoyed, Aiden finally decided to speak up. The girl was slightly shocked at the mention, before making the "shhh" gesture.