I have never had any strong emotional attachment to any spirits I have come to communicate, but it just sucks to my emotional being that the person who has become a part of your life can't even look at you in the eyes when I can't even take off my eyes of him the first time we met even though it's forbidden for me to do so.

I was dozing off by the window when he first came in for our home economics class. Ms. Davis came in telling everyone to shut up and go find our own seats in the home economics room. I flinched at her scream and I was awakened from my daydream.

And there he was.

Dirty blonde hair, arms angry of veins, piercing ocean blue eyes, and he's pissed off.

It's not the same Riley I know. And I'm expecting this to happen.

He's a rebel, a bad boy and part of some gang. He's in denial when I said that to him. I actually researched him while he's still out of his body, he asked me to because when you're out of your body you can't remember shit and he's dying to know how he ended up out of his body.

He had a coma because he had this fight in a club and hit his head.

"Everyone, this is Riley Moore. He's new in town, so please make him feel welcome. Now go." Ms. Davis said with her bitch tone.

I always hated Ms. Davis because she's a freaking bitch. She humiliates students who can't cook.

Duh, as if she can also cook a decent dish.

Ms. Davis is the kind of bitch who likes to show off, so as a home economics class teacher, she thinks highly of herself too much and thinks she's better than Gordon Ramsay and baked fortune cookies for all the teachers and puts them in their tables every day. Unfortunately, she's not fortunate enough with her "baking" skills.

The last thing the cookie will give you is fortune once you shove it in your mouth, the next thing you know you're spending your entire day in the restroom trying to puke that cookie out of your body system because it sucks like her.

One time I was so bored with the company of my only friend, Josie, who's been my ghost friend ever since I was in 3rd grade (I know I'm a loner. A loser) in the cafeteria. So I threw a half-empty l bottle of water while facing away from the trash can. Man, I thought it was a good throw, I cheered myself mentally, but as I faced the trash, can I saw ... well, pretty much the same thing. I saw Ms. Davis' trash like face ready to blow up like a grenade.

I hit her in the head with the bottled water.

After that I had community service for a week in which it turned into cleaning up her mess.

My task that day was to get the garbage bag from the faculty and dispose of it when I heard whisperings from the other teachers saying they'd rather eat the crappy salad and pasta in our canteen rather than eat her homemade whatever shit she's making, but whatever I don't care, anyway.

I took the garbage bag from the faculty and proceeded to the back of the school to dispose of it when the garbage bag got caught in some sharp thing, ripping the garbage bag and damn... it was full of Ms. Davis's fortune cookies. I was picking it up when Ms. Davis walked past me.

"Ms. Sayer, what are you doing?"

Uh.. cleaning up your shit?

"It just ummm.. got caught on something. The garbage bag got ripped. " I shrug.

"Is that... "she trailed.

"Yep," I said, popping the P, got up, and faced her.

She raised her eyebrow on me and "hmph"; walked away as she purposely bumped in the garbage bag I was holding causing it to be scattered again. My mouth dropped.

"Bitch." I whispered as I gathered all her trash again.

"I heard that." her voice echoed. I rolled my eyes.

I knew that move would hit me someday. And maybe that "someday" is today.

" Attention! So as part of your finals in my subject, we will be baking my legendary homemade cookies." I let out a little snort because seriously legendary?

Well, she's got a point, though her fortune cookies were legendary because it was the only fortune cookie that sucked in the entire universe.

"Excuse me, Ms. Sayer, do you have something to say?" the bitch asked.

"Oh, I was just going to ask why are we going to bake your so-called legendary cookies if at the end of the day we will just going to puke that and side note there's a probability that we might get poisoned coz your "legendary" cookies taste suck and shitty like you and as if you're to hold responsible for that and I'm pretty sure there's so much way better edible food we can bake in this class and that if the school can find a decent teacher for this shitty subject that can make this class less shitty." that's what I wanted to say..... at least.

The entire room was in dead silence.

Well fuck, I just said that out loud. Good job, Roni.

I shut my eyes in frustration. What the fuck did I just do!?

I opened my eyes again to see Ms. Davis's unpaintable face. I was about to apologize when the entire class laughed hysterically. Others banging some cooking equipment whilst others are on the floor dying of laughter and I admit I will do the same thing too but I've had enough trouble this year my aunt is going to kill me.

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding when I saw Riley smiled, which made me less nervous because I really crossed the line this time. I put my head down and smiled a little too.

"Silence!" Ms. Davis screamed and again the room was in dead silence "Veronica Sayer to the office now!!" I flinched at her high pitch voice and so I followed her command and made our way to the office, praying to all the Gods above to save me or might as well end my life today.