I deliberated with whether to tell you or not as I had no idea what your reaction would be. I was also hesitant as I might be completely misjudging the situation. He could have just been terrified of... um. Of the teacher. Or maybe he wasn't even looking terrified. Now that I mention it, did I even get a clear enough view of him to see?
But deep down I knew I was right. He had seen me. His eyes were focussed on mine. He was staring right at me.
So what was I going to do?
You were still in your class, but this wasn't going to stop me. I began to wander down the long corridor, glancing into rooms to see where you were.
Room 105. A bunch of bored looking kids trying not to fall asleep while their teacher prattled on about something completely insignificant to the world.
Room 106. Pretty much the same.
Room 107. A replica of the previous two rooms.
Room 108. A drama studio. Girls prancing around in leggings and leg-warmers, boys with slicked hair, clad all in black.
The hall where a class was doing P.E. A few guys in tight white shirts and baggy shorts. I lingered a little longer than necessary in the doorway.
But then I spotted you. You were sat on the bench at the far end of the room. Your eyes were glazed over; you looked completely bored.
I floated over towards you.
You nearly fell off the bench in surprise. You really weren't with it.
'Alena?' you said this a little loud; some girls sat next to you gave you a weird look.
Try not to raise suspicion. We don't want the whole school finding out you're communicating with a ghost.
You coughed, looked down. 'What is it?' you said under your breath.
We...uh. We have a problem.