Chapter 2- Thank Fuck it's Friday

Disclaimer: I still don't own Ghost AMV, all characters belong to Mystery Ben and company.

I could feel the sun pour into my bedroom when someone, probably one of my parents, opened the window blinds. I groggily turned on my side, waiting for one of them to shake me fully awake. I thoroughly enjoyed sleeping, so waking up wasn't ever the highlight of my day. I yawned and burrowed into my warm sheets and blankets.

"Lewis, it's time to get up," my mother announced, her voice resounding in my ears. "It's Friday today, Bud. You won't have to wake up for another hour or so tomorrow. C'mon. If you sleep in any longer you're bound to miss the bus."

With that I sat up, my eyes blinded by the sunlight. "Is my bedroom always this bright?" I yawned.

My mom nodded and put her hands on her hips. "Now start getting dressed. You can't go to school in your pajamas. I'll be making breakfast, although you should know how to make your own meals by now. You're sixteen you know!" She sighed and left the room, her hairsprayed purple mountain bouncing with each step.

After the door was closed, I considered hopping back into bed but knew I shouldn't. Instead, I wearily pulled my drawer open and grabbed my usual attire. Purple pants, a purple vest, a purple tie... "Maybe I should change it up for once," I said to myself as I switched my oh-so-manly purple pants for blue jeans. I then put on a purple sweatshirt and shoved my purple vest back in the drawer. As you can tell, I wear a ton of purple and it only looks stranger with my purple hair. It's not like I wanted a completely purple wardrobe though. It's hard to find fitting clothes when you're 6'3", and I grab anything that fits. Most of it just so happens to be purple.

I snatched my backpack off the floor and glanced at my long mirror attached to the door. I was dressed, but my plum colored hair was all over the place, sticking up in places I didn't even know were possible. I could only shape it into this old-fashioned pompadour style that made me look even taller. As I headed to the bathroom to tame to poof, I also took note of my weary violet eyes, reflecting my mood. Well they were blue, but as I aged through middle school they seemed to appear more and more purple.

I quickly combed my hair to its usual style and went off to the kitchen for breakfast. There my mom was setting the table and my dad was just about to leave for work. He briefly grinned at me and gave me a hug. It was a bit awkward, considering I was four inches taller than him. He made a lame attempt at ruffling my hair and then went out the door. I sat down at the table and quickly ate, since I had to be at the bus stop in ten minutes. I said my goodbyes and headed off to my personal hellhole: high school.

My first three classes flew by like a breeze. Probably because they're my favorite subjects, English, Extreme Art, and AP History. If you weren't able to tell already, I prefer classes that revolve around art and stories rather than classes with formulas and equations. Speaking of which-

"OOF!"

My thoughts were interrupted by the rather small boy that bumped right into me. He fell to the ground, startled by the surprise. "I'm sorry," He said, holding up his hands. Blushing madly, I knelt down and helped him gather his books. "Thanks man," The stranger said, running a hand through his strawberry blond, multicolored spikes. He stood up as I handed him his books and he was gone as faster than he came. I shook it off and headed off to Chemistry.

I was met with my Chem teacher, Mr. Roland, who was a much nicer (and younger) teacher than Mrs. Tiemann. "Ayy Lewis!" He smiled through his thick brown beard. "Will you be signing up for boys' basketball this year? I'm head coach, so if you are just come to me! You know you're built for it after all."

"Thanks for the offer but I'm not really into sports." I explained. "I'll consider it though."

Not.

"Great, you'd be a great addition for the team," my teacher replied as the bell rang, marking the start of class. I trudged over to my assigned lab table and took a seat. I took out my textbooks and slid my book under it. It was easier to read in Mr. Roland's class because he always got very caught up in his lectures. He'd just go on and on and on until class is over and it's too late to assign homework. I opened the book and began reading.

Ghost Whisperer was centered on Tess McKinney, a teenage psychic medium who conducted paranormal investigation all over her small town with the company of her two friends, Adrianne and Marcus. The ghosts in that book were broken, abandoned souls who only caused trouble for the living out of confusions. It wasn't like your usual demon possession poltergeist story. That's what I enjoyed about the novel so much.

Once I finished this book, probably sometime this afternoon, I would probably spend the weekend finishing my other library books and then browse through creepypasta. Creepypasta wiki was a beautiful website because there's so much to read and there's tons of genres. I read anything I can find, but I prefer psychological horror and beings genres. Although I enjoy reading creepypasta, there's some stories that are either poorly written or just go way too far in the gore department. I'll admit, some of the content on there is a total mind warp, but that doesn't stop me from reading it. Thinking about creepypasta made me want to go on right this second and start reading. But I didn't have my laptop with me and unfortunately, I don't know the wifi password for the school.

"Alright, I'll be passing out this worksheet for homework. It's due after the weekend, so you'll have plenty of time to finish it." The class groaned in unison. I sighed and passed back the papers. I scanned the sheet. It looked fairly easy. I started scribbling down answers when I noticed the girl next to me was glancing at my paper occasionally, then writing on her sheet and pausing to wait for me to start writing again. Usually I would hide my paper from someone who's copying me, but I got an idea that would prove to be fun. I began writing down random bullshit answers in larger letters, so she would definitely see it. Then I left my paper sitting there for her to see and pulled out my book.

I read until the girl stood up and placed her sheet in the homework bin on Mr. Roland's desk. It was only after she sat back down when I took my worksheet, erased all of my fake answers, and actually worked on it. I finished quickly, and turned to see my classmate staring back at me in shock as if I had just betrayed her. Trying not to smile, I got up and turned in my homework, feeling satisfaction from outsmarting someone. Sure, I did feel a little bad for her. Chemistry isn't an easy class. But I think she needed to learn a lesson about copying. So I taught her.

The bell began chiming yet again and I left class, feeling a bit evil, but proud of myself. Maybe this day isn't gonna be so bad.

"What's the deal, kid?" I heard from off to the side. I swiveled my head to see two juniors clad in all black shove someone to the ground.

"I'm sorry!" A somewhat familiar voice piped up. "I wasn't looking and I'm really clumsy and-"

"So what!?" The first junior growled. "You think you have the nerve to go shoving around everyone in sight, blondie?"

I looked over the dude's shoulder to see the kid that bumped into me from earlier. He was cowering under the two juniors, frightened and vulnerable. He nervously ran a had through his hair and stammered, "I-I-I'm-"

The other junior kicked his books to show his anger. "I'm nothing, you fuckin' dork! You think you're so great with your stupid dyed hair!"

I couldn't take this anymore. Without thinking, I barged between the two aggressive juniors and pulled up the helpless kid from earlier. I then swiftly pulled him into the janitor's supply closet behind us and locked the door so the idiotic juniors couldn't barge in.

"You seem to have a lot of trouble in the hallways around here," I stated, breaking through the awkward silence.

"I'm sorry-"

"Don't apologize. Those guys were douchebags and you didn't deserve that." I ducked lower so my head wasn't touching the ceiling. "I'm Lewis."

"Ar-Arthur M-M-Minkin," he stuttered. "My name's Arthur Minkin."

"Are you in any of my classes?"

"I think we might have study hall together. I'm not sure," Arthur sighed. "Yo, thanks for saving my ass back there. Those guys are on my back every day and it's frustrating."

"Nahh, it's okay. Are you a freshman here?" I asked, wondering how much time I had left until the bell would ring.

"I'm actually a sophomore. I don't know why everyone thinks I'm a freshie. I have a goatee for fuck's sake!" Arthur exclaimed, pointing to the small amount of black facial hair on his chin. "So... I'll see you in study hall then I guess. Don't wanna be late for class. Later,"

Before I could get another word in, Arthur swiftly unlocked the supply closet door and made his escape. I quickly left the closet and dashed all the way to Algebra Honors, hoping the bell wouldn't ring. Panting, I slipped into my tiny desk chair in the center of the classroom. Vivi was sitting in her desk already, humming happily as she doodled in her math notebook. I buried my head in my arms, tired after all that went on today. I wasn't usually tired at school. Yet now all I want to do is sleep.

"Probably because I actually talk to people now," I thought to myself. I barely talk to people at school. My only friends are my horror novels. I spent all of my freshman year reading and reading and reading. Talking to Vivi and that Arthur kid was a first. They could be potential friends, but who knows? Vivian is a bundle of energy, and we seem to have a lot in common. But Arthur? He did seem nice, but kinda dorky wearing that orange bubble oat, especially since it was almost the same color as his hair. I barely know him though, same goes for Vivi. I can screw this whole socializing thing up faster than it started.

I felt a , fragile small hand tap the side of my hand and I turned towards my project partner. "Did you get some information on hotel prices and attractions?" Vivi asked with a tone of seriousness in her voice. "I figured out the whole gas prices thing last night. I would've looked up places to eat too, but I had trouble calculation weekly prices and whatnot and I was exhausted by the time I got that done."

"Yeah, I did. I actually looked up restaurants and eating joints to, so it's okay. We'll have this project done in no time." I reassured her.

"Say Lewis," Vivi's blue eyes brightened up, a warning sign in my book. "How about you come over to my place sometime this weekend? That way we can get our project done in no time! You're not busy are you?"

I shook my head. "I don't think so..?"

"Woo! This is perfect! We'll have our project done a week before everyone else!" The blue haired girl squealed, making the teacher flinch. "I'll check in with my parents tonight. You do that too, Lewis!"

The bell rung before I could respond and class begun. I sighed and thought, "Maybe this won't be so bad after all."