So while the holidays are here and I'm writing Possession, I thought I might get around to transferring some of my old fics from tumblr. This one is based on Sapphireswimming's fic here s/9024411/1/Hooky. Check it out!
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There's a ghost in the classroom. There has been every schoolday for the past ten years. It always comes in five minutes late, says a sheepish "Sorry I'm late" to whatever teacher is taking the class I heard they draw straws as to who takes it, and Mr. Falucca lost this week before going over to the desk three right and two down and sitting down regardless of whether it's occupied or not, why are you sitting there are you mad? That's the Ghost Boy's chair. Stop hazing the newbies looking around as if searching for someone, why does he do that? Who knows before shrugging and beginning work on what's been assigned. They think. The turned in tests and quizzes are always written in fancy cursive gibberish.
It wanders around the halls on an unchanging timetable; just like its chair, its locker is untouched except by the brave or the ignorant. After ten years the fear has faded into curiosity which has faded into the mundane, and it's almost become a mascot. It's friendly enough to talk to, something nearly every student has been dared to do at some point in their tuition, even if it won't remember you tomorrow.
Some of the more fearless and cruel students take advantage of this fact. They are scolded by teachers who remember young Danny Fenton, the amount fewer each year. Small things happen those days. Tied shoelaces. Lost homework. A sudden accidental door slam. Easily and uneasily passed off as coincidence.
Once every year, a woman in black with purple eyes arrives. She talks to the ghost boy during lunchbreak, and it always smiles and says she reminds him of a friend of his, are you related? She leaves as the bell rings an hour of conversation later, in silent tears that puzzle it that day and are forgotten the next.