Riley continued on his way until he reached the crosswalk his mother warned him about. While he was waiting, Randell caught up.

"Hey Mr 'can't be late', why are you standing around?" He asked, somewhat irritably.

After 16 seconds, a minivan tore across the cross walk at 90 miles an hour.

"Mom said to wait here." Riley said.

Randell was pale. "What crackhead is in that thing?"

"Good question, no answer." Riley replied, flatly. He proceeded.

As they reached the school grounds, Riley was tackled from behind.

"Riley!" The assailant squeaked. "Why are you late?"

"Oh, hey Cas. Bad driver was on the way." Riley replied, scrabbling to get his glasses back on.

"Oh. They seem to be everywhere, huh?" 'Cas' said.

"Cassandra, he lost his glasses again. You did this, help him find them." Randell said, trying to sound scolding.

"It's ok Randell. I got em." Riley stood up, wiped the dust off his dust, and that dust off his clothes.

"Can't you ever sneak up With your power instead of body slamming me every other day?" He asked dryly.

"But that's no fun!" Cas whined, clearly pretending to be upset.

"Hey. Idiot squad! Into school. It starts in a whole 15 minutes and we still gotta go 40 feet! Hurry or we'll be late!" Randell said, with more sarcasm than an entire highschool could use in a week.

Cas laughed, and started pulling Riley along. "We can sit and chat, but on a bench." Riley quietly let himself be pulled along.

When they sat down, Cas decided more teasing was in order. "Hey Randell. How's your girlfriend?" She said, snickering.

"Same as your boyfriend. Imaginary." Randell replied, not even peeved.

A random voice shouted from across the schoolyard "Oh daaamn! Burn! Burn!"

Cas sunk through the bench and ground. About three seconds later a slap was heard, followed by Cas's 'scary voice.'

"Don't pick on a ghost... I might just possess you..." She giggled on the last word, breaking composure.

The other kid ran inside. This was not the 1st, 10th, or 1000th time Cas had jokingly threatened someone over something dumb. The school staff didn't even pay attention to it anymore.

"Cas you really gotta stop that. Someday someone is gonna retaliate." Riley said flatly. His words fell on deaf ears, however.

"Whatever, mom. Let's go play mobile games in the shade." Cas said.

"Duel experts?" Randell asked.

"Is it really anything else, ever?" Cas asked. "3 player mobile games are every rare."

The trio went inside with no further comments. School wouldn't start for plenty of time, they had time for one round at least.

Eventually however, their fun was destined to cease. They parted ways for the moment and went to their classes.

Outside of class, whenever possible Cas, Randell, and Riley hung out and trained, or just goofed off. They seldom went to parties on account of being socially weird, but they had each other. Randell had major emotional security issues, Cas was borderline insane at times, and Riley couldn't talk to 99% of people without panicking.

Riley spent the first half of his day as a male, to handle the hard academic courses he was in. Randell and Cas had easier classes, but still only had one with each other. During combat classes, Randell was alone in Close Quarters to hone knife and sword fighting, while Cas and Riley were in hand-on-hand, usually with each other as partners on account of nobody else daring to fight the ghost girl with just fists. Riley would be a female for combat because his power in that state was more suited for fighting.

After school, they would often hang out until late at one of the trio's houses, unless someone was busy. They played a lot of Dario Cars and Inkphoon, as well as training by themselves. It was a repetitive, but much enjoyable lifestyle for them.