Thoughts of the ghost are stuck in my head. Why would anyone be subjected to a death so gruesome? I try to remember details of it. Though, for the record, "it" was only an eye. I'm pretty sure that it was a grayish color. I see someone walking up to the other side of the lunch table. They're a girl with purple hair and a white flower shaped necklace. She sits down. I smile at her, but she doesn't return it.

"Hello?" I ask.

"Hello," she says in a calm voice, barely moving her lips.

"I'm Dan."

"My name is...My name is...I cannot remember my name."

"You can't remember your name?" I ask. Who the hell forgets that?

"Yes. I can't remember my name."

I've met another crazy person! Or maybe her name is "I can't remember my name". Who am I to judge? Then, I notice she doesn't have any food.

"Are you going to eat?" I ask. She shakes her head. I hope I don't catch some kind of crazy disease at this "Skool".

"Why not?"

"I don't eat."

"Why not?"

"I don't want to eat."

"Why not?"

"Stop whynot-ing me."

"Fine," under my breath, I whisper why not?. I look at my own tray. It has a red mush and a green mush and squished steak. At least I think it's steak. I prod it with a fork and it jiggles a little. Some orangish liquid oozes out of it. I'm not completely sure I want to eat, either.

"Yeah, the food does look pretty-" I notice the girl isn't there. "Pretty unappetizing..."

"Hey! I don't remember my name, come back!" I shout like an imbecile. The math kid looks at me, and grins. Then I see him run up to me.

Shit, what's he gonna do?

"You saw the other ghost I think!" He says.

"Another ghost?"

"Didn't you see a girl with purple hair and a necklace? Right? Right?"

"Yes. What makes you think that?"

"'Cuz she doesn't know her name and never has food! She's missing out, though. The food's great here! Also she disappears randomly!" Why are these kids so weird? Who gets excited over ghosts?

Wait-don't answer that!

Another brick from the fourth wall fell down! FUCK!

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Briing! Pritrinng! Nniinring! The sounds of the bell to get back to class are stupid. But I go back anyway, because it's the first day and I need to make a good impression. Or maybe it's cool to skip class here? I'll find that out later.

"Welcome back, class. Now we're going to do science," Likely first-grade level science, if it's anything like math class.

"And it's my favorite kind of science! Rocket Science!" Everyone lets out a groan.

A groan like the kid with five birthday cakes would make after he ate them all. It was a groan of agony.

AGGOONNNYY.

The math kid raised his hand.

"Yes?" Asked the teacher.

"We're only in fifth grade. Why are we learning rocket science?" He seems confused, but who can blame him? First we learn easy math, now hard science. It's stupid that we can't just learn fifth grade-level things. I start to zone out.

I imagine the eye ghost.

The girl ghost.

They were both real, so is the other one, the one who talks in your head real?

It's likely. I think of everything crazy that's happened in these first few days at this place. But the more I think, the more I hate it. I hate it like a cat hates it when they miss a mouse and never get to show their supposed prize to their friends.

(But those friends are human, so they're glad.)

Anyway, I hate it. I'm also scared, though I'm not going to admit it to anyone. That would be dumb, and fifth grade isn't a time to be dumb, unless you're a boy, because boys always seem to have time to do some idiotic shit or something. But ignore that brief sexism, I'm just a ten year old girl.

Dammit, another brick!? Seriously?

"So, Danielle, what is a nose cone?" I snap back to reality with that question. Zoning out was a bad idea.

"A thingie put on noses to protect them from rocket fuel or something? Is the answer eleven?!"

"No, and no," the teacher says.

"What about you, Eeuqs?" She asks. I'm now thinking that I was just really, really stupid, though. That's what I'm thinking of. But then, I hear somebody whisper something to me.

"Rocket Science doesn't matter. You aren't stupid."

But are nose cones eleven? Sorry for the wait, this has been a tricky chapter to write. As always, R&R!