The Ghost

Number One

I have one of the most generic names ever to be created, Michael. I hate it, and that's all I'm going to say about it. This isn't going to be a fictional story, this story you're about to read, is all true. Today started out like any other day. I woke up, brushed my teeth... actually I forgot to do that. I prepared myself for school. My clothes, my supplies, everything in my book bag. I was excited to see Christine today, I don't know why. I could hear my mom downstairs preparing breakfast before she drove me to school, although I really didn't want her to. I would've much rather gone on the bus, although the bus system here in Florida is awkward. Arriving at school, everything seemed normal. I went to a really, shit school. I would tell you the legal name of the school, but the real name is Mediocre Academy. I won't really tell you why, but I will tell you that nothing is organized neatly. I arrived at the front of the school and entered the entrance/cafeteria. The actual entrance to the school was the office, obviously but nobody walked through there unless you were late. The cafeteria was always full of students, no matter what day it was. It wasn't that big compared to all the other cafeterias that I had seen. It could fit like, four buses max, and it always smelled like waffles.

There were always rows of tables inside, but there wasn't always space. I would always sit near the entrance in the corner of the cafeteria. That's where Christine was. She was... my girlfriend at the time. This was 7th grade we're talking about so yes, the relationship had its mishaps. I had here in one of my eight periods, the first one. So, every other day, I would see her first thing in the morning. She was, a strange person. Her personality was very distinct from mine. I wouldn't call her a negative impact on my life, but that was definitely a mistake that I made with her. 7th grade was one of the worst years of my life. 8th grade was actually the worst, but we aren't there yet. Christine was tiny compared to me, I was tall for my age. She wasn't. She had black, short hair, always wore the same shoes, and had a semi-high voice. The weird thing is that I think she was older than me, but I can't remember. That was a lifetime ago for me.

Everything was so different for us.

We had science class together in the morning. I don't remember what it was about. I had the class with two other friends of mine. Their names were Carlos, and Erik. I don't recall where Carlos was from, or Erik. Carlos was the not-so chubby Hispanic dude in our group. Erik was the dangerously thin dude in our group. I was in between. I wasn't that skinny, but I wasn't fat either. The four of us always sat near the entrance of the classroom. Not because we wanted to talk, but because it was the farthest seating spot from the teacher's desk... But mainly because we wanted to talk. We didn't do a lot of work in that class, which ended up with me getting into trouble multiple times.