Stand At My Feet
I Am Number 4
Name: Ghost
Age: 15
Number:5
Cepan: dead
Abilities: Telekinesis, unwavering loyalty
Crush: Sam
Friends:Number 3, Number 6,Sam, Sarah
Enemies: Mark
Relationships: Mark(Briefly)
Number 5 stared up at Paradise High School. She'd braved The Morgs invading Lorien. Travelling The Universe. Coming to Earth. Fighting The Morgs on Earth. So, why did High School scare the hell out of her?
Tipisco, Arizona.
That's why. She was about to break-and they pushed her too far.
She pushed the door of the dying Camaro open and approached the school.
Ghost pushed the school doors 'd have to get used to being called Ghost Hamilton. She handed her transcripts in at the office and went to find her locker. Which had a fight in front of it.
"Ladies and gentleman, I don't care if he's ripped his spine out and is beating him with it, I want to get to my locker Today!" She called. The crowd dispersed and she went to her locker.
"Hello"
"Goodbye." She snapped.
"I like em rough"
"Keep talking and you'll be eating breakfast through a straw." Ghost snarled. She opened up her locker, and got jam in the face.
"Nice do."
"The first time was funny. The second was getting annoying. Now, you're just pissing me off." He laughed in her face. She grabbed him and pushed him against the locker. " I swear to god, I will hit you so hard next week won't see you flying into it." The lights began flickering, locker doors swung wildly on hinges. It was then John realized she was a Loric.
