Just A Ghost [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter EightthgiE retpahC

"Mr. Somaski! Just what do you think you're doing? Doodling?" Ms. Klasky suddenly shouts in my ear. Dude. That's not my name. And those were the doodles from last year. That's right. I have to recycle notebooks. Problem? "How is that going to help you in life? Huh? You think you're going to make it in the art world? Nobody does! Don't be so naïve. In fact, why don't we take a look at these 'doodles' and see what the class has to say!" Ms. Klasky snatches my notebook from the desk (very rudely knocking down my pencils in the process) and goes up to the- oh no.

She can't show them. Nobody can see them.

I jump from my seat, "Ms. Klasky, please, those are my doodles from last year-"

Ms. Klasky turns on me. "And that makes it any better? It just shows you don't have any care for your education, not now, and not in the past!" She spits before shoving my notebook under the projector.

And the class is silent. On the board, you can see the intricate blood splatter, the decapitated heads on the floor, and, the worst part, my parents hanging from a ceiling. "M-Mr. Sowowski, what in God's name are these inappropriate drawings? What is the meaning of th-them? W-W ahhhhrghh-"Ms. Klasky didn't get a chance to finish her question, as her stomach's contents are now on the floor. Thank god she missed my shoes. These are my only pair.

And I mean, geez. The doodles aren't that bad. They're just detailed.

At that moment, the bell rang, so everyone (not at all phased by the drawings by the way, for once I can say they're the mature ones) files out in a loud rumble, all talking and laughing loudly at the teachers reaction. I guess these drawings are normal for teenage boys?

Whatever, it doesn't matter anymore. Thank god it's a short day, I just want to hide in my regular spot in the library and read my book.

I sigh and pick up my journal. There's no puke on it -Ms. Klasky is sitting in her chair safely to anyone who's interested- so I head back to my desk.

While I put my things away, I hear Ms. Klasky, "You son, are the offspring of the devil, and I decree and decl-"

"Oh, shut it old woman. You should be proud of me, truly. Other kids are out there doing drugs and doing gang things, and I'm doodling? I'm a saint compared to these kids, so I decree and declare that you shut the fuck up god-fucking-dammit," I exclaim. I angrily zip up my backpack and throw it on my back before heading towards the door.

Before I exit, I gloriously stop and shout, "You should clean that throw up by the way, it almost smells as bad as you!"

That last part is probably not needed I realize as I walk out. It feels good to say it though. I rush to the library, my stomach grumbling. I guess I'm a little hungry, I mean, that granola bar in my backpack is not going to eat itself. But, I gained some weight recently, so I'll just give it to librarian today. I just really want to read this book already, the movie is coming out soon.

I open the doors to the library and immediately look at the clock -every single thing in this library is memorized- and see I still have a solid twenty minutes.

"Yes!" I whisper-yell to myself. I walk straight up to the librarian's desk. "Hey, Leonard."

Leonard -the underappreciated school librarian- looks up and immediately smiles at my familiar face. "S-Sock! V-Very nice to s-see you t-today!"

I smile softly at him, "Nice to see you too, Leonard. I have a first-day-of-school present for you!" I present the chocolate chip granola bar to him, hoping he's feeling hungry today.

Leonard frowns, "You're not gonna eat it?"

"I had a big breakfast," I respond, rubbing my belly to press emphasis on my statement.

Leonard grins at me, "Okie dokie! Thank you very very much, Sock!"

I bow a small bow to Leonard and quietly to my small corner. Sighing, I sink into my beanbag, and take out my book.

Finally, after these long, grueling hours of work and social life, I can finally rest and sink into the land of books, fantasy, and a better place.

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