“Me too.” I raised an eyebrow at him “Do you not like Art class?” He was looking over his shoulder as if expecting to get ambushed any minute. “No, it’s the way to Art class I don’t like.” We dodged around a couple making out in the middle of the hallway. “Why’s that?” Suddenly, I felt that familiar chill down my neck, only this time, it was painful. I took a deep breath and looked around, trying to spot the pissed off ghost. “There’s a girl that walks by here and always has to stop to talk to me. She’s really pushy. She’s always trying to get me to do school stuff I don’t want to do, you
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