Just A Ghost [DISCONTINUED]

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The week went on like that, and as for Parent Career Day, well, lets just say that's an event not to be repeated.

The three month summer break were the longest months of my life. It felt like years, especially since I couldn't leave the house without the accompaniment of David, the eldest resident, and he is a common soccer jock who enjoys pantsing people in public places, so uh, no thank you. I mostly spent my time catching up on the various books and anime I needed to finish.

But, alas, the end of break nears and I can finally be near civilization. Don't get me wrong, I'm no masochist (just a slightly homicidal psychopath), but I need to be able to get up and do things. Thankfully, I am nearing my fifteenth birthday -October 31st- meaning I can do things on my own! Yay!

Okay, it is currently September 7th(A/N honestly I just put some date close to what I think the first day is supposed be xD) and I'm preparing for my first day of school tomorrow.

Ratty Messenger Bag?

Check.

A bunch of pencils- mechanical and regular?

Check.

Sketchbooks?

Check.

Earphones (+backups)?

Check. Definite check. I will kill myself if I don't have music to get through the day.

Satisfied, I plop down on my bed and stare at the ceiling. Now, to consider my year-attitude. Basically just how I'm gonna be all year- happy, gloomy, speak, don't speak, etc.

I think this year I'll go with...smiles. Smiles to...just about everything. Yeah, that'll definitely improve my mood. Smiles it is.

I get back up and walk into my bathroom. I stand in front of mirror and try it out. Hesitantly, I smile. I shake my head and do a smile without teeth. Ew. I try one more time with a wide smile. That looks better. It doesn't look so fake this way.

Sophomore year, here I come!

Oh god I sound stupid.

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I get to the school extra early so I'm not trampled by the rushing students. At first, I walk slowly, with a frown on my face, protesting to the early morning. But then I remember my agreement yesterday, and walk a little faster. Then I smile. I put on a huge grin on my face, and walk with a false confidence.

I enter the office and walk up to the front desk, taking longer strides than usually. I put on huge smile and jump up and down on my tippy-toes. I can barely see over it! Why is it so tall! I'm finally able to find a comfortable spot, well as comfortable as I can. On my tippy-toes and eyes barely looking over the counter, I shout, "Miss!"

The frowning old lady at the desk jumps and looks up at me while putting on her glasses. One she sees its me, her frown seems to deepen, "Oh. It's you. What do you want?"

I embarrassingly blush, but keep a wild smile on, "May I please have my schedule?"

The lady raises her eyebrows and picks up a large pile of papers labeled "sophomores" and asks, "What's your last name, brat?"

"M-My name is Napoleon S-Sowachowski," I stutter at the name she calls me.

She mumbles a bit while shuffling through the papers before exclaiming to herself, "ha!" before handing me a slip of paper. I look at the top and see in a messy scrawl, "Sock". I guess she thought it was funny, but I actually cherished the name. Before my parents became a pair of druggies, when they were happy and cheerful, they'd call me Sock. The reason still remains a mystery.

I keep my eyes glued to the paper whilst walking to the door I entered from, and walk right into a wall. Just my luck.

I rub my forehead and look up, and the wall is a person.

I shoot up from the floor, bowing down until my body is at a ninety degree angle, and mutter a long string of apologies, some in different languages. This is awkward.

"Hey, it's alright," I hear a chuckle. My eyes widen as I slowly drift back up into a standing position, because, oh my gods they're chuckle is beautiful. I expect there to be some slightly nice jock (because I actually thought their chest was a fucking wall) but instead there stands a tall blond boy I've never met. Which, at this school, is impossible.

The boy holds out his hand, a small smile still playing on his lips, "Hey, my name is Jonathan."

I stare at his hand for a few seconds before I fully register what it is he wants me to do with it. I grab his hand too tightly and stutter out loudly, "H-Hi my name i-is Napoleon, b-b-but please c-call me S-Sock."

"Sock?" Jonathan says surprised, however not at all fazed by my tight grip on his hand. Which I have still not let go of.

I jump and let go of his hand, quietly stuttering out, "Y-Yeah, weird h-huh?"

"It's cool," Jonathan nonchalantly replies, taking me completely by surprise.

Before I can say anything, Jonathan asks me, "Hey, Sock. You seem nice. Nice and nervous, but still nice. Can you maybe show me to my classes, and if you want to, around the school?"

At first, I'm a little surprised he'd ask me, but I quickly shoot that down. I'm the only one here, and the first person he met, so he just chose me because I was convenient. Still, I barely manage out a reply, "Sure."

Jonathan shoots me wide smile, "Cool. Let me just grab my schedule."

I nod at him, and think of the events sure to come soon. Shit, he's probably going to be bullied to be seen with me, maybe I should just- no. I can't run from every opportunity I get to socialize. I have to try to get over Mum and Dad.

I agree on that and simultaneously notice that on Jonathan, the desk easily reaches his chest, allowing him easy access to the secretary. Lucky bastard.

Hey guys! Thanks for reading this shitty chapter! I promise that future chapters to come will be way better. I just needed to make sure everything was covered before I officially started. Please please please give me feedback! Constructive feedback would be the best! Tell me how I can make things easier to understand, typos, etc. EVERYTHING IS ACCEPTED.

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