Clara took her seat in the front of the room after introducing herself as the new student in class. It wasn’t a big class, or even a big school and she wasn’t sure how well she’d be able to get along with everyone. The teacher had already chewed her out for being late on her first day and she was nervous about how the rest of her teachers would act as well.

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As soon as she heard the chime of the music she was out the door. She had been craving it all day and needed a fix. She ran down the sidewalk just in time to see the ice cream truck start to pull away from her street. She started to panic and didn’t know where its next stop would be, but she was determined. She was going to have her ice cream one way or another.

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Typical high school girls. Two of them ordered just a salad. Who goes to a pizza place and only orders a salad? The last girl, and (in Zelo’s opinion) the cutest girl, was the only one who ordered an actual pizza. He handed the first girl the receipt and put the small cups of coins along with their drinks on the counter for them to take.

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She felt her body straighten up and stiffen. He had already gone back to watching television and only looked back to her when a small whimper escaped her lips. His eyes widened when he saw the pained expression on her face. Everything ached and she really wanted nothing more than to just run to her bedroom and cry. So that was exactly what she did, slamming the door behind her.

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When he came back he was surprised to see her peeking out from behind her hands and whispering things like “No, no, no, don’t go in there” before hiding her face again when the ghost appeared. And, as amusing as this was to watch, he felt bad for putting her in this position. So instead of returning to the living room right away, he found himself in the bedroom pulling blankets and pillows off the bed and gathering them up into his arms.