It was my first day in Demon's Wood high school. I was extremely nervous. Not because of being in a new school, but because of them. Ghosts. No one sees them, no one cares about them. They're just there. I am a ghost whisperer so I understand them. I rode my skateboard to the school and walked in through the entrance. A tall boy with white hair looked at me in disgust. I looked away from him. "Just ignore him, Angel..." I whispered to myself, trying to stay calm. I continued walking until I reached the class I needed to go to. Magic History. I walked through the doors. Sure enough, the white haired boy was our teacher. "wonderful." I muttered, rolling my eyes. I sat in the front row, reading a history book. The teacher introduced himself. "Welcome, everyone, to Magic History. The real teacher isn't here, so I'll be your substitute teacher for today. My name is Mr. Nicholas but you call me Nick, got it?" Everyone nodded. "Good. Now, open your history books to the first page." Suddenly, as Mr. Nicholas was droning on, I sensed something. A ghost. It was in the corner of the room, staring at me with its beady black eyes. "Shoo. Get outta here." I whispered to the ghost, trying to make it go away. It wouldn't move an inch. Instead, it stared at me. "Is there something wrong, Ms. Angel?" Mr. Nicholas asked me. I flinched and looked at him. "Nope. Nothing's wrong." I said. He glared at me. "I surely hope so." After that, I continued with my classes. When class was over, I rode my skateboard home. I'm sure that no more ghosts were around. But I was wrong. Dead wrong.