Zico's knuckle turned white as he tightened his grip on the pole, "But, sir" he cleared his throat,"we don't have a classroom 44." The bus driver tilted back his head and laughed. "That's what you think, son. But it's there. I know because i was the last one to see her alive". Something was strangling my throat. It was either fear or excitement, or both. I managed to croak out one word. "Who?"

           "Miss Wydre, the teacher," the driver replied with an eerie gleam in his eye. "I drove her to school in my bus that day. She'd asked me for a special trip as she wanted to start work early. She was my only passenger." He hesitated, as though remembering every moment of that fateful journey. "If only i'd known i was driving her to her death..."

           "What happened to her?" Eyra pleaded.

            "I can't say," the driver scowled. "We were all sworn to secrecy. But that was the day Miss Wydre went to your high school and was never seen again..."

            And then he swung the wheel and the bus nosed in through the school gates. The door swished open and we all leapt out. Our teacher, Miss Hayoung, rounded us up and marched us off to our class. "Just because the bus broke down, it's no excuse to dillydally," she said briskly, clapping her hands to hurry us along. Ukwon nudged Zico. "Well, go on , ask her," he urged in a mocking tone.

            "No, you ask her," Zico hissed back .

            "I think we should all ask her," i said hotly.

            Miss Hayoung's hand descended onto my shoulder. "Ask me what?,______? What are you all talking about?"

         I glanced at Eyra and she glanced at Zico. "Well" I began, trying to find the right words, but Ukwon interrupted. "It's not important, Miss Hayoung. They just wanted to ask you about the ghost in classroom 44...about Miss Wydre..."