salt is the best flavor!
Mine is a 'slow' start at first.
Let's see...
This quadruple extreme spacing is killing me...srsly
Amy Vasser was an odd girl.
That's odd.
In Chemistry she’d be mixing far too many chemicals for one tiny beaker. And it wouldn't explode.
In Math she’d be fiddling with her calculator - and I swear on my life one time it floated.
Mr White?!
Entering school, I headed straight to class, lugging along my heavy backpack with all the books I would need for the day.
Heavy backpack mhm...
Taking the first open seat I saw (I was late), I looked to my left and saw her.
The last seat is usually the worse seat.
She'd always peeved me. Maybe peeved isn't the right word.
Peeved?
I just left my mouth open like a dumbass.
Mouth open?
Wondering. Yeah, that was my natural state around her. You don't know a damn thing even when she says it straight to your face. "We need to inform the people” my butt. Possession?
Your sentence is having a stroke.
The sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a beautifully eerie aura over her. The curtains billowing, the wind only slightly cold, and the absolutely freakish Picasso-type painting on the wall in front of her.
What if she was too short?
She gestured for me to come over. I could only obey.
“Astute observation, my apprentice.”
“When did I become your apprentice?”
Apprentice? They're usually bad...
Silence. But, not uncomfortable. I just watched the painting, trying to figure out its painter at the same time.
We've tired to figure out many painters before...
“I called you closed-minded.”
Open-minded?
“Wait at the gate today. I’ll show up around 2:40.”
That's some exact time-ish time.
School dragged on after that. I found myself oddly excited. Regardless if it was proof of ghosts or not, it was bound to be the wackiest experience I had in years with Amy at the reins. If nothing else, I'd have a funny story to tell. Maybe I’d get a few questions answered, even if a bunch more were posed.
How do you know it would be a wacky experience. You just met her?
I’d almost dozed off by 2:40 when a cold hand pressed against the back of my neck.
I jumped out of my skin and yelped, getting a slight smirk out of her. “What the hell was that for?”
“You needed a little boost. You should be thanking me.”
“Like hell. Why is your hand—”
“I helped the nurse with some ice bags. Now are you ready to go?”
Should probably warm them up...
Flabbergasted, and since I had already missed my bus, I had no choice but to prove her right.
Flabber?
Verdict :
Spooky ghost potential romance supernatural?
