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Sam seemed all too happy to drag me, literally, to Gym with Mrs. Tetslaf. When I saw her, I immediately doubted that she was married but, far too polite for my own good, I just called her "Mrs. Tetslaf". I paid for a uniform and let her write my last name, Forrest, on the back of my shirt. Thankfully for me, Dash seemed to ignore me.

At the time for laps, I ran with Sam who seemed to be surprised that I could keep up with her so easily. I guessed that she hadn't been on the bus that morning when I raced the bus and won. She kept asking me questions about myself, personal questions which I answered only because of my fear of losing her as a friend.

"Where do you live?" she asked, and I thought I saw a hint of a challenge in her lavender eyes. Challenge? Did she expect me not to say anything?

"Um, I-I live in t-the apartm-ment compl-plex 5 m-minutes N-north of the s-school," I stuttered, not meeting her eyes. It was true, but I never told her the exact apartment number I lived in.

"Number?"

"I-I'm not comfortable with that question," I mumbled, and to my surprise she let it drop. Though I didn't realize it until I asked her why she let it drop so easily, she had seen my expression of apprehension and discomfort, and had realized she was pushing me too far. She probably also realized that I wasn't going to speak any more on the subject of where I lived.

"Favorite color?" She had a smile on her face, which I felt fit her despite her being goth.

"Turquoise," I answered, smiling shyly myself. She kept piling on the questions before I finally managed to interrupt her and get one at her. Where did she live? What was her favorite color? Did she like music?

To that last one, she said that she really liked meaningful music. I nodded thoughtfully and managed to somehow tell her, throughout all my stammering, that I liked to sing. She lit up at that and as Mrs. Tetslaf split the girls and boys into teams for a game of dodgeball, she tried to get me to agree to join choir. I, too shy to really do something so socially active and still needing to finish getting my living space clean, declined but told her that I'd very willingly record a song for her if she told me what she wanted the song to be about.

We stopped talking except for short calls to each other to watch out or "I've got your back" every once in a while. After nearly the whole period, it was just me and her on our team, and Dash Baxter on the other team. We gave each other a quick glance, then we nodded in union and dove forward and rolled away in opposite directions as we grabbed a ball each. Without looking at each other, we moved in perfect sync with each other and threw at Dash, two different directions, mine hitting him on his left shoulder and hers hitting him on his right side.

I didn't think that anyone would ever let Dash live down the fact that the new kid and the goth had taken him down in one fell swoop. I changed and when the bell rung, we went off to class together, the only class that I had with Sam, Danny, and Tucker. Tucker, the technogeek, was fiddling around with his PDA and Sam couldn't manage to get his attention; neither could Danny. They looked to me and I sighed, realizing that my high-pitched voice could very easily startle him enough to drop his PDA.

I took a deep breath and shouted right into Tucker's ear, though it was a bit quieter than what Sam and Danny had expected. Well, really, what did they expect? I was hardly ever louder than a whisper, and not once during the whole day had anyone heard me speak at a "normal" volume. However, I did manage to startle Tucker into dropping his PDA. I caught it before it hit the ground with my ghost speed, which I immediately realized I shouldn't have done because Danny gave me a strange glance.

"Here's your PDA, Tucker," I squeaked, shakily giving him his PDA.

"Thanks, Rose," he sighed. The kid cast a rueful glance at Sam and Danny, who were trying not to laugh. "Did they set you up to that?"

"Um, yes." I winced a little, had I hurt his ear? "I-I'm sorry if I h-hurt your e-ear..."

"Oh no!" he said quickly, shaking his hands. "No, you didn't hurt me at all. I was just surprised, that's all. I didn't think that you'd do that without a little extra shove." He glared at Danny and Sam for me, who quickly stopped their laughing and rolled their eyes. I followed them to class, talking more with Tucker than with Sam and Danny. I screamed, again not very loudly, when one of the other football players, Kwan I thought Dash said?, jumped out from behind a door and shouted.

Instinctively, I hid behind the nearest person; that person just so happened to be Danny. He seemed a little surprised that I was hiding behind him, but then he must have remembered my shyness and that I'd been forced to spend my morning with Dash and this kid, because he told Kwan to shove off and Kwan just laughed, waltzing away. I was trembling, and the only thing that got me moving towards class was the threat that I would be late if I stood there.

Science was pretty fun, and so was Biology and History class. Biology class I had to suddenly leave the room because of my habit of coughing up ectoplasm every once in a while. So I rushed to the bathrooms and coughed up quite a bit of ectoplasm into the trash can, sighing when the coughing subsided and making sure that no traces of ectoplasm or the tiny bit of blood that also came up was no longer on my face. I returned to class and settled down, listening to the lecture with boredom. I'd learned this bit last year and remembered it quite well.

Once school was over, Sam remembered my offer and wrote down an entire list of things to make songs about, and I thanked her and raced the bus home again. Making sure no one was looking, I became intangible and invisible at the same time and phased my way through the door into my living space. Sighing, I got ready to clean things up more. However, I had failed to check the sky before I entered the accommodation, and thus did not realize that I had in fact been watched by a certain ghost hero. As I got to work, I got so caught up in getting the dust off of everything that I also failed to notice my own ghost sense.

However, by 5 PM I hadn't finished getting the dust up. Every time I double-checked a room, new dust seemed to suddenly appear somewhere that I could very vividly recall cleaning. By 6 PM I gave up and made myself a salad and fried fish to eat, being a pescatarian. I didn't eat meat, but I did eat other animal products like milk and other dairy products while also eating fish. I finished eating quickly and looked over the list that Sam had given me for song ideas. I went through the list, but I was tired. I'd used so much energy today, even though it didn't feel like that way to me. My body, however, protested against what I thought was correct and I sighed, curling up in bed. Exhausted by seemingly nothing, I fell into a deep sleep, unaware of the green eyes that stared at me in concern.