"This is the last warning you get with your, "special effects" Mr. Wright. If you use it one more time, I'm going to have to kick you out." Mr. Ponzi smiled at Spencer. He poked his index finger on the tip of his nose. "One more time and you are leaving." He pulled back and smiled even more widely and evil.
"Why do you have to kick me out? The special effects just go haywire sometimes, not a BIG thing." Spencer shrugged as he looked at Billy, whom was floating next to him with a smile. But the smile on his face quickly disappeared by Mr. Ponzi narrowing his eye at Spencer. "It's nothing...Right?" Spencer asked, a bit more shaken up.
"Yes it is, your poor special effects have almost gotten my great and stylish hair destroyed!" He growled at him.
Billy Joe Cobra took the comment in a lighten way of manner. "Stylish?" Billy repeated, "great? HAIR?" His voice almost did crack at that point. "You could totally tell it's a wig, am I right, Bromigo?" Billy shoved at him with his elbow a little too hard, Spencer was pushed out of the chair he was in and onto the floor. "Whoops," Billy bit his bottm lip.
"Mr. Wright? Was that you special effects?" Ponzi leaning in closer, mostly to look for any wires.
"N-No sir, I just got a little, uh... Jumpy?" Spencer grid his teeth and looked to the left where Billy looked back. Mr. Ponzi grunted and turned to hiss desk. "Don't worry, I won't use ANY~ more special effects from now on." The young director's head looked at Billy with an angered expression. "GOT IT?" Spencer narrowed his own eyes at Billy.
"It's not that I need to get it," Ponzi turned to face him once again, "It's YOU who's 'Got it'. GOT IT?" The principal raised an eyebrow at him.
"Got it." Spencer repeated the two words again.
"Good, I would say good day to you, wright. But I really don't care..." He finished the last word, while his hands turned into fist. His knuckles were turning white while he stared at the fourteen year old in his office. "I'll be packing up you locker while you enjoy your last day of school."
"But it's still second quarter-"
"Exactly," Mr. Ponzi said very coldly.
"Billy, what am I going to do? How will I survive this day without you?" Spencer panicked. "Klet's gunna beat me up for sure once he knows I can't do anything back!" Spencer sighed as he walked to the hall that lead to his next class. Instead of him continuing his route, he fell to the floor on his knees. "It's over, and I'm dead meat!"
"You could show up in a hamster ball, no one will touch you." Billy smiled, liking his own idea.
"Or ever talk to me." He threw his hands to the floor, pusing himself up on his feet. "I'm just gunna have to try and run away from anyone that comes near me." He sighed.
"What about me?!" Billy frowned, ectoplasm filling and threatening to push out of his eyes.
"Well, your a ghost. So I'm perfectly fine with it. Just don't do anything while your here."
"But I'll be boreddd!" The dead pop-star mumbled at him. "Plus, no one else could see me besides for your two friends. But they are just a total bore when it comes to partying." Billy changed into one of his old outfits during his days, it was the one he would normally wear onto the stage. He began to pretend to play a guitar.
"We don't even GO to parties, Toolkit."
