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It had only been a couple weeks since the audition day and letters of acceptance have already began to be mailed out. Claire and her friends have been waiting and hoping during this period. The first person to get their letter was Paige. She got in of course, being one of the lead actresses in their middle school, she expected it.

All Erin and Claire could do from then on was to wait more, hope more, and accept that there was a chance that they would be separated from Paige, therefore losing the friendship that has long been built up. Claire had to wait for her Angel too. It had been since the auditions that she had herd from him to. She received a letter from him after she came back from The Phantom of the Opera. It was in the same format and place as the letter from that morning.

It read:

My pupil,

You have made me proud at your auditions, they would have the uppermost stupidity if they didn't accept you. With that being said you must await your letter of acceptance as well await for my return. I have an important appointment to keep that includes of me being gone and not returning until the time of the letters arrival. I will guarantee that you will get in to PA, there is no need to worry.

Your most humble teacher,

Your Angel

With the letter explaining all she knew that there was little chance of not getting in; he guaranteed it.

Two days after Paige got her letter Claire got a call from Erin, "I'm in!"

Those two words hit Claire like a knife. She needed to get in now, but her angel told her not to worry, she was guaranteed to get in. But what if he was wrong, just trying to be nice by helping as much as he could to help a hopeless case only to figure out he has failed and left her with only a piece of paper that crushed her dreams forever. She would have to kill herself if that happened.

Claire gulped and gave her polite response that almost killed her inside,"Congrats Erin, you really deserved it."

"Claire, you know that your getting in too," Claire looked at her phone in confusion, "Yes, I can hear the stress in your voice. I know you; Your all worked up about how you don't think you got in. This news from Paige and me is killing you inside. You know what, I'm going to shut up know and not let you stress anymore. Bye Claire."

Before Claire could respond she heard Erin's phone click off.

Later that afternoon Claire got a text from Paige reading 'Need chocolate therapy? Meet me Serendipity and bring ur happy feelings with u. My treat'

Erin must have called Paige after she hung up. Plus something about Frozen Hot Chocolate made Claire's world feel better.

Once she got there she found a table with not only Paige, but Paige's mother, Erin and her mom, And Claire's mother with a white envelope with her letter in. They all had smiles on their faces, Paige's the biggest; She was always the best trickster. She sat down and without even saying hello she ripped open the letter.

It read:

Miss Claire Danbury,

Thank you for applying and auditioning for PA. We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to our school in the cluster of visual art. Please notify that you agree to your acceptance by sending us the following note in the envelope back to the school. We will send additional information such as summer projects after orientation that will take place on June 1st .

Once again congratulations for being another member in our school.

Head of the Visual Art Department

Madame Blanc

"YES!" Claire's shriek of joy turned the heads of every person in the restaurant.

"I'm buying us all frozen hot chocolates" Paige's mother exclaimed. They all talked about transportation ideas for days that they would stay late at school and how they would have to stay together. After the chocolates were eaten the moms left the table

"Now we can stay best friends forever."

Claire was more excited about seeing her angel after such a long time. She practically busted the door to her room down when she got to the house. All that was different from what she last saw was a rose at the end of her bed. She knew that he would wait until her mom was asleep to speak to her like he always did. Claire longed to hear his hypnotizing voice once again.

The lights to her moms room turned off after an hour of hysterical waiting. There was a brief silence; a pause that seemed to last forever to Claire.

"I see that you are satisfied with your results of all your hard work."

"Our hard work; I couldn't do it without you. You helped me grow."

"Well you were the one that created it all. The only thing I did was guide you back to the creativity within yourself. Your effort is what got you in. Now all that you need to do is put the effort in more than ever before. You do that then you will become one of the most well known students to graduate, maybe even the most talented teen artist to live in New York. No matter what I will always be at your side."

The end of the school year passed by quicker than what the friends could believe. Paige kept on telling everyone she hated that she couldn't wait until summer so that she could be a freshman at PA. Claire and Erin told everyone that they would miss the school but were happy to go to PA. At the last day of school Claire's art teacher gave her the paint brush that she loved to use every time they did a painting project.

Claire knew in her heart that she wouldn't miss everyone, not even the school. She always hated going there. PA would be a fresh step that would help her get away from New York forever. She would only miss New York for seeing Erin and Paige every day. She could always visit them from wherever she would be.

The first day of summer happened to be the day of orientation. Claire agreed to have a sleepover at her house to celebrate the beginning of summer. The girls took the subway to Claire's house and signed each other's yearbooks with page long messages. They stayed up all night talking about what was going to happen next year while watching Steel Magnolias, She's the Man, Breakfast Club, and Pretty in Pink. They all woke up at noon and got dressed quickly. Paige gave herself and the other two glamorous makeovers just in case there were any cute boys. When Paige's mom came to pick them up they headed straight to PA. New and current students filled the hallways and all headed to the auditorium. They needed to meet the principal and get instructions to their next area to visit so the students could get their summer reading and art projects.

The auditorium was in the center of the campus next to the art galleries. There were separate buildings for the arts and academics. The academic building seemed dull compared to the vibrant arts building. It was covered with murals of all four clusters, each cluster seeming to have their own color, theater was blue, dance was green, music was yellow, and art was red. Once in the auditorium the friends found seats so they could sit next to each other. Before long the principal came up to the stage. There was applause and cheering.

"Hello. I'm the principal of PA, Mr. Henson. I would like to first say congratulations on getting into our school. I personally know as a former student how hard it is to get in. Now I unfortunately have some sad news for all the students that are in the school now. I am retiring from my possession and moving to Europe. I know that this is very sudden, but I would like to introduce the new co-principals, Mr. and Mrs. Brighton."

The new principals came out from the left and walked to the podium. They walked snooty and dignified toward it; obviously rich and proud of it. Mrs. Brighton had a slender figure and walked with all the poise that she seemed to have with her. She wore all dark green head to toe including an enormous hat topped with peacock feathers that covered to her Madonna blonde hair. Mr. Brighton was a mid-sized man that wore a navy blue suit. He looked more like a CEO than a principal to Claire. It looked like he has never smiled in his life and probably never will. Together they seemed a perfect couple but unlikely principals.

"We are deeply proud to say that we are not only principals, but proud parents of one of these incoming students. Our son, William, is one of the fellow theater students. William, will you care to stand up?" Mrs. Brighton talked with vanity in her voice.

There stood before the crowd a handsome boy of fourteen. His eyes were as blue as forget-me-not's, his hair was a rich honey color with naturally brown highlights. His face structure was built strong, but unique. He seemed familiar to Claire. Then he smiled; it was one of the most dazzling smiles anyone has ever seen, unforgettable. Then it hit her; Willie.

They were the sweetest of friends at five years old, almost brother and sister. They met one another at an art gallery; his parents were most fond of her father's collections and original pieces. They would spend long hours in Claire's room eating stolen chocolates from the kitchen. They gave each other nicknames to call each other, he was Willie Wally, and she was Claire Bear. He one day in the park gave Claire an innocent kiss on the cheek. Claire then knew he was the one. Claire's father liked him to, he would give him the biggest smile every time he saw him not because his parents were his biggest patrons, but because he was Claire's only friend and was the closest thing to a son he had. He moved across the country with his parents. It was the worst thing that happened to Claire so far in her life. She never heard from him until now.

After he sat down the principal made the announcement to dismiss to the different areas of the school. Everyone started to get up and Claire started to step away from her friends, then suddenly there was darkness. There was shock and fear among the crowd. Some of the small children screamed at the sudden power outage.

"Ladies and gentlemen, do not panic. We are just experiencing some lighting difficulties."

The lights then started to flicker on and off. Red lights on the stage remained on, and a rope hanging a dummy with the same clothes that the principal was wearing fell from above the stage. Screaming came from most of the people among the auditorium. The three friends were trying to find each other in the panic. There was a low chuckle coming from the speakers. Everyone could hear the principal yell hysterically, "Not again!"

The flickering suddenly stopped. There was a sense of calmness and fear in the filled auditorium. An envelope with a red seal on the back flew from the top of the stage to the podium.

Mrs. Brighton didn't seem to be happy. His face was red and his eyes gave a death glare to the principal, "You mean this has happened before?'

All the current students murdered to one another all seeming to say something about a ghost. The new students and parents seemed concerned. The principal was leading the angry couple to his office trying to explain on the way.

"Would you care to tell us what the hell happened back there!" Mr. Brighton yelled at the top of his lungs to the cowering principal.

"Well there have been incidents like this starting about three years ago. There was a letter on my desk after a student committed suicide in the school. The letter said that it was a ghost, making me think the ghost of the boy. He demanded many things from the school. We had to meet to his arrangements or else something terrible happened. The board thinks it's always some senior that carries along the prank from year to year. We can't do anything about it though; the school can use not having that bad publicity after the suicide."

"Well having our son come into this might not be a good idea," Mrs. Brighton looked to her husband with concern, "Robert, this could ruin our reputation by doing this. We could be run out of town and lose our sons future at Harvard. Mr. Henson, we would like to read that letter. Obviously this 'ghost' has some problems with us that we might be able to negotiate."

The letter stood on the desk, untouched from the time it was placed there. It added a horrific atmosphere to the room.

Mr. and Mrs. Brighton,
Most humble welcome to my school. You must know with me now is that your job here is to not mess with the art, for that is my job. You are the ones that punish the wrong doers of the schools. Your place is in the office, not the arts. I would also like to inform you that I demand that you leave gallery 5 and locker 666 for my personal use. Plus in order for there to be no chaos I demand that you leave me $20,000. That includes any senior pranks that the students try to inflict on the school.
I remain,
P.A.G.

All people went into the separate rooms, parents to the registration room, and new students to the rooms with the current students. Once Claire entered the room with all her new peers she saw all the commotion over what just happened. A senior came up with a spooky smile and hushed the crowd.

"I will tell you everything I know, only if you promise to not get too scared." Nods came from all the wide eyed freshmen wanting to hear it all.

"There is a ghost among us. A phantom that lurks these hallways preying on the innocent students."

The other seniors tried to force back their laughter when they saw a freshman in the front become squeamish.

"He is the ghost of an upperclassman in visual art. It is said that his mother burned a side of his face on a Friday, because he pissed her off. She was never good to him; always beat him up for no reason. That night he crawled over the gate of P.A. and tried sleep on the roof of the building. The janitor found him, but left him there because he saw the burnt side of his face and knew that his mother did it. Next thing we know he is hung from the stairwell Saturday morning, dead as a doornail. The janitor called the Police and took the daed body down and put him in a storage room. Once the police come to pick him up, he was gone. The next day, a letter was delivered to Mr. Henson's house demanding for that senior's locker to be left alone, along with gallery 5. Days after Mr. Henson denied the demand he found his coffee mug filled with blood and the rope on his chair.

"The ghost supports all the arts, but especially visual. He still stalks the principal, black mailing him to keep the locker and gallery empty for all his work. The son of a bitch also gets paid 20,000 bucks a year, just to not haunt the school. He only haunts when his payment is due and no one fills the ransom box. The janitor is still searching for him, though he's never found him."

The lights went out and screams filled the room. The senior and his friends started laughing hysterically. The people that screamed started to laugh to, but out of utter embarrassment. After that the doors burst open and Madame Blanc stared the student in the eyes.

"I would keep my mouth shut if I were you Mr. Manson, unless you want that lasso around your neck instead on the principal's desk."

The horrified seniors stood up, motioning for the sitting kids to do so as well and gave them the tour of the school, they even passed locker 666 just to bother the people who screamed.

Once they were dismissed Claire ran to the front of the school to meet Paige and Erin. They were there as promised yearning to talk about the rumors they all heard of the ghost. Paige told Claire about how she and Erin agreed with the theater seniors that the ghost is really seniors pulling their pranks. Claire wouldn't admit it but she thought it might just really be a ghost.

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