there’s no one else there. The horned lady is at the counter by
herself. I half expected to see a bunch of dinner ladies flapping around like
headless chickens like they do in my old school. I can’t believe she could run
this on her own. But then again, who knows, maybe she can breathe fire. The other horrible girl who was behind me in the queue is also
being rude to her now.
I can’t believe the nerve of
some people. Especially dead ones.
No one even so much as glances
in my direction as I sit and eat my wonderful and horrifically fattening
breakfast.
I wish Sophie was here. I just
want someone to talk to. I don’t deal well with sitting on my own.
My first class starts in approximately
thirty minutes and I’m terrified. It’s on the schedule that Mr Burgrove gave us
yesterday. Ghost Laws. Whatever that might be. I didn’t even know that ghosts
could have laws. It doesn’t sound exactly riveting. But at least Anthony will
be there. Not that he’s exactly riveting either, but at least he’s a familiar
face.
CHAPTER 8
Ghost Laws is in the classroom where English should be.
While English usually bores the very soul out of me, today I would give
anything to be back at home with boring Miss Jones blathering on about William
Shakespeare or someone equally dead. Instead I am here, with people who are dead.
I guess I’m lucky to know my way
to the classrooms. Getting lost here would just be another thing that these
people would probably laugh at me for.
I walk into the classroom and am
quite surprised to see the layout of desks is the same as in my usual school.
Immediately I go for the desk I usually share with Sophie, but it’s occupied by
two grey-looking boys who glare in my direction. I spot Caydi near the back of
the room and walk over to her instead. There’s an empty seat so I sit down next
to her.
“Hi.” She smiles at me. “Did you
enjoy your breakfast?”
Before I have a chance to
respond, a voice behind me snarls, “You’re in my seat.”
I turn around to find another
Goth girl staring at me angrily.
“Oh, Riley, this is my friend,
Clare,” Caydi says. “Clare, this is the roommate I was telling you about.”
Clare continues to stare at me.
“Clare usually sits there,”
Caydi says. “But you can squash on the end, if you like.”
So I do. Me. People are usually
begging me to sit by them. If I was somehow without a seat in English class
there would be five people standing up to offer me theirs.
I stalk to the back of the room
and grab an extra chair, then I squish onto the end of Caydi’s desk while Clare
glares at me.
This is not fun.
I see Anthony come in with
another boy. They are chatting away. It must be his roommate. He couldn’t have
made friends this quickly. He didn’t have any friends at our old school and
he’d been there for nearly five years.
He looks over and waves at me. I
wave back and then look around to check no one has seen me. Back in our school,
I would have been ridiculed for waving to the maths geek.
“Welcome, class,” the teacher
shouts. I’ve been so preoccupied that I hadn’t even noticed he was there. The
desk at the front where Miss Jones would normally be sitting is now occupied by
a fifty-something man. He has dark, charcoal-coloured hair, and everything else
about him is grey.
“For the benefit of our new
arrivals, welcome to Ghost Laws class. This is where we learn about the
parameters of being a ghost. I am Mr Bosenak, I will be your teacher. Any
questions, ask me. If you cast your eyes downwards towards your desk, you will
both find a textbook with your names on it. Keep it safe, study it, and don’t
fail this class. To the rest of you, sorry you have to hear this speech so
often.”
I do as he says and look
downwards. To my surprise, there actually is a textbook with Riley Richardson
printed on the front of it in the upper right-hand corner. I’m so surprised I
nearly fall out of my chair. I swear it wasn’t
herself. I half expected to see a bunch of dinner ladies flapping around like
headless chickens like they do in my old school. I can’t believe she could run
this on her own. But then again, who knows, maybe she can breathe fire. The other horrible girl who was behind me in the queue is also
being rude to her now.
I can’t believe the nerve of
some people. Especially dead ones.
No one even so much as glances
in my direction as I sit and eat my wonderful and horrifically fattening
breakfast.
I wish Sophie was here. I just
want someone to talk to. I don’t deal well with sitting on my own.
My first class starts in approximately
thirty minutes and I’m terrified. It’s on the schedule that Mr Burgrove gave us
yesterday. Ghost Laws. Whatever that might be. I didn’t even know that ghosts
could have laws. It doesn’t sound exactly riveting. But at least Anthony will
be there. Not that he’s exactly riveting either, but at least he’s a familiar
face.
CHAPTER 8
Ghost Laws is in the classroom where English should be.
While English usually bores the very soul out of me, today I would give
anything to be back at home with boring Miss Jones blathering on about William
Shakespeare or someone equally dead. Instead I am here, with people who are dead.
I guess I’m lucky to know my way
to the classrooms. Getting lost here would just be another thing that these
people would probably laugh at me for.
I walk into the classroom and am
quite surprised to see the layout of desks is the same as in my usual school.
Immediately I go for the desk I usually share with Sophie, but it’s occupied by
two grey-looking boys who glare in my direction. I spot Caydi near the back of
the room and walk over to her instead. There’s an empty seat so I sit down next
to her.
“Hi.” She smiles at me. “Did you
enjoy your breakfast?”
Before I have a chance to
respond, a voice behind me snarls, “You’re in my seat.”
I turn around to find another
Goth girl staring at me angrily.
“Oh, Riley, this is my friend,
Clare,” Caydi says. “Clare, this is the roommate I was telling you about.”
Clare continues to stare at me.
“Clare usually sits there,”
Caydi says. “But you can squash on the end, if you like.”
So I do. Me. People are usually
begging me to sit by them. If I was somehow without a seat in English class
there would be five people standing up to offer me theirs.
I stalk to the back of the room
and grab an extra chair, then I squish onto the end of Caydi’s desk while Clare
glares at me.
This is not fun.
I see Anthony come in with
another boy. They are chatting away. It must be his roommate. He couldn’t have
made friends this quickly. He didn’t have any friends at our old school and
he’d been there for nearly five years.
He looks over and waves at me. I
wave back and then look around to check no one has seen me. Back in our school,
I would have been ridiculed for waving to the maths geek.
“Welcome, class,” the teacher
shouts. I’ve been so preoccupied that I hadn’t even noticed he was there. The
desk at the front where Miss Jones would normally be sitting is now occupied by
a fifty-something man. He has dark, charcoal-coloured hair, and everything else
about him is grey.
“For the benefit of our new
arrivals, welcome to Ghost Laws class. This is where we learn about the
parameters of being a ghost. I am Mr Bosenak, I will be your teacher. Any
questions, ask me. If you cast your eyes downwards towards your desk, you will
both find a textbook with your names on it. Keep it safe, study it, and don’t
fail this class. To the rest of you, sorry you have to hear this speech so
often.”
I do as he says and look
downwards. To my surprise, there actually is a textbook with Riley Richardson
printed on the front of it in the upper right-hand corner. I’m so surprised I
nearly fall out of my chair. I swear it wasn’t
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