"My ghost breath..but, I don't see any ghosts," he answered. As the three looked around, Sam shrugged. "Well, I don't see anything. Come on, we don't wanna be late for class. One more and it's another detention." With nods the two began to follow her. It was going to be another regular day at Amity High with nothing to look forward to than a few punches from Dash and a few rejections from most of the popular girls (the other ones would just ignore them). And yet, as they slowly made their way to the school where they were hated by many and loved by...none, Danny couldn't help but feel as if they were being followed.
"Okay everyone, settle down and take your seats. Have your homework out and please sit in your own seats!" Mr. Lancer's voice could barely be heard over the roar of the small classroom. Sam sighed a bit as she drew small demented figures on the side of her un-finished homework. Tucker sat playing on his new hand-held computer and Danny sat staring off into space. Again his breath turned blue and he looked around defensively. "Danny? What's wrong?" Same asked as she loked up from her doodles.
"I can still sense a ghost but I don't see one...Maybe it's just cold in here...is it?" Both his friends shook their heads and looked up as Mr. Lancer blew a loud whistle, silencing the class. "Now, thank you for being civilived for the moment. We have a new student. Her name is Alexandria Tary...And I expect that everyone welcome her with kind words." Mr. Lancer emphasized 'kind.' And yet as the goth walked into class it was soon realized that she was no ordinary goth. With large green eyes and hair the color of fire her face didn't look like that of a goths'; the long black dress, dark purple corset and black velvet choker (along with a small, dark red pendant hanging from the choker) she seemed to be one of the more 'regal' goths. "Would you like to say something?" Mr. Lancer asked.
"As Mr. Lancer said, my name is Alexandria Tary, though I do prefer to be called Dria. I am 16 years old and I live with my...'distant' relatives. And, as you can tell, I like dark colors." As she spoke her voice was hinted with a small English accent; unfortunately for her she was seated infront of Dash and behind Paulina. "So, what did you say your name was? Freako?" Dash asked, followed by a giggle by Paulina.
"No, actually. And if you had any respect for anyone except for you and your close-minded, same-opinioned so-called 'friends' then you would leave me alone. Unless you have something intelligent to say which I highly doubt," she responded, not even bothering to look at him. The two were silenced into a small minute of confusion before once again trying to tease her.
"Wow, somebody other than us actually sees those guys for what they are. Maybe we should ask her to sit with us at lunch," Sam offered.
"Sure, why not?"the two boys said in unison.