He pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose, quivering in the cold winter. But he watches as a plain-looking girl walks by, her face of nothing. He gapes at her, and he startles when a couple stands by him. He smiles in relief, raising a hand and waving but the couple seems to not notice him. He frowns. Why are they ignoring me? He wonders, they always said "Hi." To me and actually talked to me.
"Oh, honey, did you hear about the boy who we would always talk to?" The woman says, frowning sadly.
"Yeah." The man's happy demeanor drops into a sad one."It's horrible, right?"
The woman nods," Such a shame he died. I really liked him. They said he died of suicide, right?"
The weight of reality drops upon his shoulders as he remembers his death. He didn't commit suicide; he was killed by a ghost! And now he was one too! Gritting his teeth, he whirls around and begins to run to anywhere. And quickly night falls as he creeps through the wall of the plain-looking girl who slept in front of her desk.
"You can help me, can't you?" He whispers.
"You're so w o r t h l e s s, aren't you?"
W O R T H L E S S, W O R T H L E SS! YOU'RE SO W O R T H L E S S! JUST GO DIE SOMEWHERE!
And he shudders and tears flow until the piercing gaze of the plain girl met his teary one.
"What are you doing in my room, boy?" She asks in a harsh tone.
"I-I thought you could help me," he sobs.
"Help you?" She sneers. "You're already dead. There's nothing I can do."
"B-but you're so skeptic about everything revolving my death! Ghosts do exist, and I'm one! You just admitted it right now too!"
She rolls her eyes at the bespectacled boy.
"Whatever."
She goes back to sleep without a second to waste, and the bespectacled boy glowers, clenching his jaw.
W O R T H L E S S!