I waltzed into the corridors, and saw that I was alone. No one was walking the eerily silent halls, which I found weird. Apparently, I noted, nobody skipped class at this school. I had been a fairly good skipper over my years, and I wasn't intending on giving them up just yet.  

            I wandered around aimlessly for a couple for minutes, knowing full well that I was supposed to report to my class. But I just didn't feel like sitting in class, wondering what some air head teacher was rambling on about. So sew me.

My time table was, inevitably, the worst planned semester I had even seen. And I was supposed to handle Science, English and Math in the same semester? Whoever designed this system must have been crazy. I'm no superhuman study freak.

"Aren't you supposed to be in class, madam?"

I didn't turn around, but the comment was heard. The voice was recognized, and I didn't need Margo playing tricks on me right then.

"Yeah, probably. But if anyone asks, I'm not feeling well."

Margo shifted trough the open air around me normally, usually making rude comments or say thing things that she wouldn't otherwise say if people could see her. She had a wicked tongue now that she was dead. "C'mon. I wanna see what your classmates are like. New people for you to meet, more people for me to have fun with."

I shook my head and continued my wayward walk through the halls, pulling my suitcase behind me. "You're one screwed up person, you know that, right?"

Margo flipped her hair and drifted beside me on her back. "Says the necromancer." Margo had a weird sense of humour that was all her own. And that didn't change when she died; it just let her show more of her sick comments that she would have been to afraid to say aloud when she was alive.

Just as I was going to say a smart comment back to Margo, the bell sounded, echoing off the balls of the quiet corridor walls. Doors on either side of the halls opened and kids flooded out into the halls, some of them shooting her questioning looks as they went by.

"I don't think," Margo commented as she hovered overtop of the students heads. "That people here are any different then they were back home."

"Me, neither." I said, a little sadly, earning more strange looks from the pupils around me.       

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