Damn it, why was everyone determined to make it a bad day? I do mean everyone as well, cats, humans and ghosts alike.
Let me just tell you about it.
First, I am woken up by a cat (Sort of. No one really knows.) shredding my comforter, making these little screech screech sounds.
So, being half-awake, I shove the little demon off my bed and grope around for an outfit. Big mistake. Spike is in as good a mood as I am and decides that something else of mine ought to be torn up to. Specifically, my skin.
So I am sitting there yelling as Spike clings to my back, I finally get him off and he takes of towards and out the window. Next I'm dripping blood all over my comforter.
"Damn it! Stop bleeding!"
Life lesson: Talking to your own arm is not a good sign.
Next I look at my clock, to figure out how much time I have to get ready. As it so happens: None. I overslept thirty minutes. That would also mean I missed my ride with Sleepy...
A wonderful beginning to a wonderful day.
As for that ghost...I really had no idea. One minute he had been standing there, people going through him, then I blinked and he was gone. Not that that was weird or anything, ghosts were always pulling that disappearing crap. Not weird or alarming, just good old annoying.
Whatever. As long as he wasn't skinning anyone or something I really didn't care what he did. As far as I was concerned, he didn't exist as long as he wasn't bugging anyone. And he wasn't.
Yet.
Life lesson: Ghosts never stay on earth just for a friendly little chat.
So all I had to do was wait.
The way there was very uneventful, naturally, it started raining halfway there, but still. Whatever.
"Ms. Simon? You're late." Really. I hadn't noticed.
I muttered something incoherent about fault alarm clocks.
"Please take your seat." The teacher, Mr. Richmond. He was more than a little scary when angry, was overall average other times. He taught science. Life science.
This being the worst day ever, today we were learning about...
"Reproduction. The way all living things recreate themselves."
Snickers rang through the classroom.
"There are two kinds of reproduction. Today we will be learning about sexual reproduction."
Groans replaced the snickers.
The rest of what he said was just plain gross, so I'll spare you.
"Now, in order to understand the true difficulties of teen parency you are all going to be given something that represents a baby."
Why does the world hate me?
He brought out an egg carton.
"You will each be given an egg; you are too look after it as you would a child. You are to bring it everywhere with you. If your egg breaks, you have failed as a parent and will be graded accordingly. If your egg even cracks you are a child abuser and your egg will be taken away and you will be failed. Your egg must be whole and undamaged in every way. Now get yours on the way out."
So I am now a single teenage mother with a daughter named Gina. Nice huh?
If Dopey's egg wasn't hardboiled by noon I would eat my shoes.
Another thing, if I hear "So who's the father," again I was going to have to kill someone. With a butter knife. So, yeah, I'm not really in a good mood.
Granted, the day can still turn around from here. Right?
From a supernatural point of view the day was a complete failure. No sign of mystery ghost boy, nor, unfortunately, of Jesse.
In math I'd forgotten to do my homework, there were bloodstains on my textbook (for more obvious reasons) in English. At lunch there was something that looked suspiciously like a hairball in my corndog and was mauled by seagulls for dropping half of it in disgust.
"Actually," said CeeCee. "I think this project is going to be cool." Her egg sat in her lap like some sort of really quiet hairless cat.
"Yeah, I agree." Adam's egg already had a Mohawk. Typical.
I really don't feel like talking so I don't.
Once again, I just go home. Really boring day.
When I walk through the door, however, I hear something odd. At first it sounds like someone breathing really hard, but then I get it. Someone is crying, sobbing even, and I catch snippets of her conversation.
"Oh, it's okay honey; it's going to be okay." That was Andy. What, had Spike finally killed someone?
"I'm so happy." Blows that theory.
"I am too. I am too."
Curiosity overtakes the horror of the thought of my mom and Andy alone in a room and I just walk right in.
"Suze," she wheezes.
"Well, we have some news." said Andy, still smiling.
"What?" I say, my voice sounding odd. I don't really know why, but somehow I don't think I'm going to like what I here.
"Well" they say at the same time.
Andy smiles at my mom and they hug. Erlack. "You tell her."
"Well, Suze," Two fat tears came out of her eyes. "I'm pregnant!"
My day had officially gotten worse.