Mila was starting to get bored at school. English class was always boring. Who needs to know Gerunds, anyway? As long as you can use it, there's no use forcing you to make five sentences of it.
  As if the gods knew(okay. Maybe kind of related to Percy Jackson), she heard a bang and a bomb exploded.
  She didn't have time to duck, or do anything. Everyone was the same. Even Everone, who was the luckiest girl in Mila's school. No. Not even her.
  She and the souls of her class floated to a platform. An invisible machine pushed them into holes that were labeled Good and Bad.
  Surprisingly, three quarters of her class, not including her teacher, were pushed into the evil hole. She, along with all her friends and her teacher were pushed into the good hole.
  Mila wondered where will the ones pushed into the bad hole go to.
  A person, who looked real enough to Mila, floated down to them.
  'New?' he asked, looking unsurprised. In fact, he looked bored.
  No one moved.
  Finally, after what seemed like a minute, Mila's teacher Miss Parson spoke up. 'Yes.'
  He looked no different as he led them to the dining room. 'Dining room,' he announced. 'Everyone gets a turn eventually. It's my turn today - I have to bring you to your rooms, show you the places, and bring you to the register. You have to go there every day to show you have no problems.'
  Mila's friend Ashleigh frowned. 'Why?'
  'So you can live happily,' explained the ghost patiently.
  'Oh,' Penelope said.
  'Let's register,' Darson said.
  'No,' he said. 'We have to dine first.'

This is, for a change, NOT related to Percy Jackson. I hope so, anyway. This might be a little different, too, also a bit creepy(it crept me out just writing it!) so just remember it's just a story.
Fun fact: It's a story based on a dream.