The Library Ghost

[Male!Ghost x Reader]
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Changing states and schools is hard for anyone. New environment, new people, etc. Now imagine new teachers who love forcing work down your throat, especially math. Now imagine getting your own tutor for math. Such a shame others couldn't see him.
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"Damn it!" I silently curse to myself, fingers tugging through my (Color) locks. After a few more minutes of trying to solve the same problem, I toss my pencil absentmindedly onto my worksheet.

Groaning, I lift my arms above my head for a nice stretch, muscles instantly loosening up from my stiff posture. "How the hell am I supposed to get this shit done if I don't know how to solve it?" I grumble to myself, eyebrows forming a frown as I glanced at my poor excuse of homework. The poor paper had pencil marks and wrinkles from trying to erase my work.

As I sat comfortably in my chair, I took notice of my surroundings. Students calming and silently working on projects, others reading books for fun or studying. The library was a nice place to escape reality. Closing my eyes, I listen to the soothing sound of silence before I get the feeling of being watched. I open one eye, glancing around before shrugging it off and relaxing again.

"The answer for 9 is 54," A voice whispered, as if trying to coax me to solve it.

I quickly jump from the sudden voice, eyes frantically looking behind me to see who the stranger was, only to find nobody there, only the stares of people nearby from your sudden scare. "Oh, my bad," I whispered out, eyes glancing to the sides as I quickly sat back down and felt my face heating up. 'The hell was that?' Thinking to myself, I decided I was very desperate to finish my worksheet. With a determined yet wary look, I took the pencil between my fingers and erased my old answer, changing it to 54.