My Ghost and I

Chapter 4

Entering the high school building, Spencer's melancholy quickly subsided as she gazed around in awe. The entire school building was anything but normal, and she thought that this was what Beverly Heights was about: big and rich. I mean, she already knew that, but if you were in a high school that was as big and polished as her's was, then you would also understand.

"Move outta my way, loser!," a heavyset jock cried out as he pushed her out of the way.

Spencer was pushed so hard that she bumped into someone else.

"Oh, I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to-!"

"And just who might YOU be?," the beady-eyed man asked, squinting his eyes into even thinner slits.

"Um...new?"

The man sighed and shook his head in disgust.

"I mean, your NAME."

Before Spencer could even speak, a group of students passing by yelled, "YOOOO, SPENCER WRIGHT HERE!," in unison, high fiving each other as they walked away laughing.

Adjusting his glasses, the man widened his eyes at the girl, who was clutching onto her backpack straps.

"You...you're Spencer Wright?! The girl who was on TV last night?!"

Spencer was about to reply, 'That's the one!,' but the man continued to ramble.

"Ugh, you're related to that BUFFOON Billy Joe Cobra. I mean, his music IS catchy-or was, I don't know which tense to use-but I have no respect for a boy who's music isn't even REAL music!," he declared, finger pointing upwards.

The same finger jabbed towards Spencer, who leaned backwards as the man leaned forwards.

"Now, just because you're related to the late Billy Joe Cobra, doesn't mean you can go walking around, bumping into whoever you please! For all I know, you're probably a ruffian like he was! I did hear you were from Orange! It's like a whole different world out there! Although I wasn't very fond of the singing sensation, he was on a much higher level than you are right now, Missy! You're not great like him, you're trash from a run-down neighborhood! Just so we're clear, you're kind DO NOT BELONG HERE!," the man spat in her face, Spencer cringing at every word.

Spencer edged away, biting her lip. Looking around, she saw a number of students just watching the man lash out at her, causing her face to get redder.

Before she could utter out a 'sorry'(which, frankly, he did not deserve), he huffed and turned on his heel, walking away from the very mess he caused. The students who were observing the incident went back to their former conversations and activities, ignoring Spencer Wright's presence.

Their heads turned back, however, when a yelp was heard from the surrounding area. Spencer was no longer sad and frightened, but she bit the inside of her cheek as she witnessed something quite hilarious.

While the man who screamed at her strode away, his pants fell down to his ankles and he tripped over nothing, falling flat onto his face.

Everyone nearby laughed at the man, who seemed to be seething with rage. He got up on his feet again, glaring at the kid next to him, only to trip and fall all over again.

Spencer covered her mouth, trying to conceal her laughter, but the comedy gold was too much for her to handle. She cracked up laughing, near tears. It was like the universe wanted to help her after all the bad things happened.

Finally managing to get up, the man, now beet red, struggled to pull up his pants. While buckling his belt, he turned to the snorting kid next to him.