Chris let out another annoyed groan as Charlie continued talking. For some reason, he had found it amusing to try and guess how they would be kicked out of this school.
"Oh! Oh! I know! The school blows up and they blame you because of you're track record!" Charlie says way too excited.
"Or maybe-"
"Oh, look we're here," Chris mutters under his breath just loud enough for Charlie to hear but not to look insane. Charlie huffed and started to pout but luckily finally shut up. He entered the school, looking around he noted the different cliques and how they all seem very stereotypical: The popular kids, the jocks, the nerds, the drama kids. Weirdly enough he couldn't find any bullies though that's probably for the best, who knows what trouble they could get him in. he decided that he should just go to his first-period class and not even bother with social interactions, I mean who would ever want to talk to him.
On his way to the classroom he passed a very angry teacher yelling about a toilet someone flushed firecrackers down, and apparently its not the first time. he reached his homeroom class and sat down. For some reason through out his classes he felt as if he was being watched, which isn't a uncommon thing to feel with Charlie around but it was still odd.
Soon it was lunch time Chris packed up all his stuff and started heading towards the cafeteria. That feeling of being watched never leaving.
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Charlie was floating behind Chris bored out of his mind, as much as he would love to cause trouble and annoy Chris he cant go far enough to do anything, he decided to float up towards the ceiling as far as possible, who knows maybe he can scare Chris by disappearing. Charlie was immediately disappointed when he realized he couldn't even put his head though the ceiling, he shivered why were schools always so cold, he was about to float back down when...
"Heya."
He saw someone else come out of the ceiling upside down.
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The Ghost of Foxfield
FanfictionIsaac was your everyday art nerd, creative, quiet, sassy, with just a bit of depression. Well Isaac was also completely friendless, so the when the loneliness starts to water the seed of sadness, well, you just get a mess. One day he snapped, the la...
