Ghost

Chapter 3

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CHAPTER 3

"Here it is. Mrs. Sander's art class, Room 923." I turned on my heels slightly to face Harry with a small smile on my face.

Harry was a few feet behind me, carefully observing the walls adorned with the decorated orange lockers as he walked through the hallways.

He walked a few feet closer to me before suddenly stopping and looking up, probably aware that we were already at our destination.

"This it?" He pointed to the small gray sign on the side of the tinted black door that read 'Room 923'.

I nodded. "Yeah, I just said it was."

His head snapped in my direction as he looked at me sternly in the eyes. "Don't get smart with me."

My mouth dropped at his tone of voice. It seemed very dark, which kind of freaked me out.

I had never heard anyone speak so dark in my life.

That's weird.

He then turned his attention back to the black door. Without saying another word to me, he quickly walked inside and shut the door behind him.

Rude little prick.

He literally just left me standing alone in the empty hallways.

I rolled my eyes as I turned around and headed back to my homeroom class. At least my job of 'showing him to his class' was done. I was glad of that. I know I was supposed to show him around to his other classes too, but I wasn't going to. He would just have to figure out where they were on his own. I already didn't like this boy, and spending more time with him would be absolutely horrific.

When I opened the door to class I couldn't have been bombarded with more questions.

"Charley! How was the new boy?" One girl asked.

"Hey Charley, what was his name?" Said another girl.

"Was he cute Charley?"

"Charley! What took you so long? Did you talk to the new boy at all?"

My eyes widened as I looked around the room, noticing that a small crowd had suddenly gathered around me.

And I hadn't even moved an inch from the door.

"Whoa whoa, guys! Charley just walked in! Give her some space!" My other best friend, Fletcher, pushed passed the crowd and walked over to my side.

I smiled warmly at him. He was always so protective of me. Friendly protective, though. And he always knew what to do in situations where I didn't.

"Hey Fletcher." I said to him when he approached me.

He looked me in the eyes and returned a smile. "Hey."

"Excuse me? Do you mind answering our questions?" A rude girl interrupted us.

I turned to look at her. She was a short girl with glasses and lots of freckles. "Yeah. His name's Harry, and he isn't very nice." I then pushed passed the crowd to my seat, extremely annoyed.

I could hear everyone's silent gasps and murmurs as I sat down, but I didn't care. They wanted an answer, and I gave them one.

A true one.

"Is he really not nice?" Fletcher suddenly asked me, making me jump. I hadn't expected him to follow me to my seat. And I didn't even notice him do it either.