I spent an hour unpacking, marveling at my room/spa, and filling out the final papers for Casper High. Yeah, apparently I'm too late for the start of the second semester, but I'll be able to catch up. Hopefully. It took me a good couple of hours talking on the phone with my old school, talking about credit transfers, yelling in frustration, and making sure I had signed up for the right classes.

With all the ghost themed stuff in this town, there's still no Ghost 101 class to take. I must admit I was very disappointed.

"AP English, and…do you have AP History, cuz I- no, AP. No, not- AP! As in advanced placement? Yes, I-no, I already sent you those, I-…no…no…no, I- He was asking for it! Yes, I do realize it's on my permanent-…that was- listen, does the 30 on my ACT mean nothing?...No, I don't know what the hell a C.A.T. is, besides the evil white one my dad has- never mind."

Yeah, I'm on the phone with Casper High right now.

I have already concluded that morons run the school. Or at least the phones. I think it might be because they weren't expecting anyone to willingly move in to this town.

"Listen, I was told that this was supposed to be taken care of last week, you know, when I finished sending everything in?"

I am losing my sanity, I swear to God...tonight, just me and that hot tub…

The day had finally come, the moment that determined whether I'd make it or break it her in this supposedly ghost infested town (though I'd yet to actually see one):

My first day at Casper High.

Would I be accepted into this uniquely organized society, allowed to be smiled upon by my fellow peers and admired by all who meet me?

Or would I do something stupid, screw myself ten times over, and be eternally shunned by the higher archy, which this place no doubt has within its walls. There was one crucial key that would determine which fork in the road I would follow:

What

Would

I

Wear?

"For the final time, I am not going to get a ride to school in a freaking limo!" I yelled through my closed bedroom door, while gazing over the clothes sprawled upon the floor. Not too many choices, considering my current wardrobe was only what I carried in my bags from Southmont.

"How would you get there, then? The bus? No, I believe that you've already made it quite clear that that isn't an option, my dear," my dad shot back, his voice muffled through the closed door, irritating me to no end.

He was right, unfortunately. There was no way I taking the bus and take the chance that I'd get a psycho driver along with some stupid freshmen boys, nor did I want to arrive to a public high school in a God-damned limo, something Daddy-Dearest apparently couldn't understand.

Hmm… this shirt doesn't look half bad with those shorts…

"D'you have any bikes that're small enough for me?" I called out, holding up a blue cami to my chest. Bleh, no way, I grimaced at my appearance in the mirror.

"Yes, but-"

"Perfect, then it's settled!" I grinned, picking up an earthy brown loose shirt and green swishy capris. Nah, too upbeat. I threw it back down on the floor, mentally tearing my hair out!

Finally, I donned a coffee-toned poncho shirt with jeans. Now, for shoes…I could always- wait, screw that, flip flops plus bike pedals equals a repeat of last time. Mom specifically told me to not do something that involves me getting stitches while here.

"Kisha, you are not-"

"Don't try to change my mind, I'm going green, and Mom is always telling me that biking is good exercise. To which I totally agree." I twirled in front of the mirror, feeling like a total moron but still loving my outfit.

"Yes, but your mother doesn't know this town like I do! Biking by yourself to school here isn't in your best interest, trust me on this, dear" was he freaking pleading with me? His tone grew a little softer, not as rough.

"I'll call the limo to drop you off at school. The driver is an excellent golfer I met in Wisconsin…" There's the manipulative ass Mom told me about.

"If you're so concerned about my safety, then why the hell did you convince Mom to send me here?" I mumbled. I ran my gel filled fingers through my hair, spiking it out. Should I use my green hair spray on the tips? Naw. No reason to freak the old man out even more…well, just not on my first school day.

"YOU'RE DEAD MEAT, FENTURD!"

This was the first thing I could hear when I arrived. As I locked up my bike, I eyed a tall, broad shouldered blonde guy stomping like a frickin five year old over to some raven haired kid, forcibly turned him around by grabbing onto his shoulders, and pull him off his feet by his collar!

Wait-holy shit: it's the kid from Nasty Burger!

"Look, Dash, whatever I did this time, could you please-"

"You're not wigglin' out of this one, Fentina, I know it was you who put the toilet paper in my locker!" The blonde kid-Dash- growled at Danny, who had a small underlining smug to his face. I couldn't help but smirk- this kid had to be all right.

"Dash, come on, the bell's gonna ring soon, and I really can't afford another tardy," he pleaded with the over-sized ape. I grabbed my backpack off my bike, and started walking towards the entrance, passing the two boys. The Dash kid said something, and Danny glowered his eyes at him. He was about to say something in response, when he gasped. And that same, weird cold mist came out his mouth. I stopped walking.

Curious…

His eyes darted around for something, and finally, they locked with mine, making them widen slightly. Dash saw this, and turned his head to see what Danny was looking at.

"Huh. New girl?" Dash dropped Danny unceremoniously onto the ground, earning a small, almost unnoticeable grunt from the skinny boy. Dash slicked his hair back and smirked.

"Hi, I'm Dash, part of the official greeting committee here at Casper High," he stepped closer, "Teach mentioned a new kid recently, so naturally, I couldn't wait-" Oh my God, please, someone kill me. I looked up to see that his right arm was snaking towards me slowly, meant to look natural and unnoticeable.

Shit, what am I gonna do? What- wait, what the hell am I worrying about?

I swung my head towards the school building, taking a huge step in that direction.

"Crap, sorry, I got a counselor meeting, like, five minutes ago!" I took off to get inside, concentrating on a mental image in my mind.

"Wait, there's not- OOF!" I glanced behind me, smiling at the blonde boy now on the ground with his shoes tied together.

Before I opened the school door, I saw Danny and the other two kids from the Nasty Burger laughing at Dash.