Wham!

One push and down went the teacher's table.

I picked up the chalk, and started scribbling on the blackboard.

"Shit! Not that again," someone from the crowd commented.

It was the school bully, Sam. I remember how the glutton used to snatch the lunch of almost everyone.

I took the duster and aimed it straight at him.

The duster hit his face, leaving behind a distinct white chalk mark.

The class burst out laughing.

His face was red. He stood up, clenching his fists till his knuckles were white.

"Whatever you are, just come in front of me," he challenged.

"With pleasure," I mumbled, as I took the box of broken chalks and dumped it on his head, standing there, crossing my arms.

He looked around frantically searching for me. But I am a poltergeist. No one can see me.
He threw his arms in the air and it passed right through me.

I smirked.

Flipping around, I was walking off when I heard Lissa talking.

"Do you really think it was an accident? I mean like how?" she whispered.

I was interested, so I gingerly sat down on the bench beside her.

She shivered due to the cold.

"I had heard that Amanda's father was drunk. The truck had mangled the vehicle beyond recognition," Shirley commented.

"Uncle Patrick was a sober man. I don't think he could drive drunk," interjected Joanna.

They were talking about me. But my father was never drunk, it was the truck driver that had appeared out of the night. No, wait. The events before the crash were all a jumble. Some stupid pedestrian tried to cross the road. Dad swerved the car sharply to avoid him and the truck slammed into us.

"Hey, what are you girls doing?" a warm male voice spoke out. "Can I join in?"

"Sure, Richard, " Agatha mumbled and to my utter horror, grabbed his neck, pulling his face down to her level and planted a kiss on his lips.

He responded back with equal fervor.

"It's not been even a week that Amanda's gone and you switched affections so soon?"

Lissa's voice was ice.

"Come on Liss. I can't spend the rest of my life mourning that girl. She was just another flitting moment, a forgotten past. I moved on."

"You moved on pretty fast."

Agatha shot Joanna a nasty glare.

I got up. It was as if my heart was breaking over again.

What did I do to deserve this?

The whole world thinks my dad was a tippler. My friends speculate and spread rumors behind my back, while my boyfriend of four years is already sleeping with another girl. Could my life be anymore screwed up?

I ran out of the classroom, slamming shut the door.

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"Why?" I screamed, taking a bench and slamming it on the wall.

"That bastard!"

The duster hit the electric light which dropped to the ground like a ripe fruit, shattering into tiny glass shards. Another desk hit the blackboard, cracking it up. I was losing my control. I generally didn't destroy property but the disappointment was too much to bear.

The duster flew at the window, shattering the glass.

Tears were welling up in my eyes. I tried to remind myself that I was dead and trapped forever in this school. It was so hard staying here, with everyone pretending that I never existed. Nobody flinched when the teacher would call out my name by mistake and immediately hasten to strike it off the register.

"What the hell are you doing here? Vandalizing school property?"

There was someone at the door, looking intently at me. He seemed to be older than me, probably a year senior.

"You're talking to me?"

I almost fell off the desk in shock.

"Unless there's anybody else in the room," he looked around.

"Y...You can see me?" I stammered.

"As bright as day," he mumbled coming closer. "Are you out of your head? What will happen if someone catches you?"

"You'll be the one in trouble if someone comes here. No one can see me," I commented, still bewildered.

"But why?"

"Because I don't exist. I'm a dead. A ghost, a spirit, a poltergeist or whatever you may call me."

"You're kidding me right?" he grabbed my hand. "I can see you. I can hear you, touch you, and smell your perfume. How can you be dead?"

"This is weird," I said, dragging him out of the class, "We need to talk."

"What about the mess in there?"

"The people know that I exist. I do that always just to grab attention. I like troubling people," I said, haughtily. "How come you don't know about me?"

"I joined just today and was lost in the maze of classrooms when I found the empty room and saw you."

"Oh! I guess that by some unknown twists of fate, you are the only one who can see me. Aren't you afraid? How can you trust the dead?"

"I still can't believe that you're dead, so it's okay. What were you so frustrated about?" he sat down on the marble steps.

"My boyfriend forgot me within a week and is kissing another bitch," I sat down beside him.

It felt so natural, as if I was alive again. I could feel the heat rising from him, the masculinity exuding from every inch of him.

"But, as you said that you're dead and he can't see you. So do you actually want him to pine for you and lose his chance of enjoying life?"

Did I actually want him to do that? No. I had loved Richard a lot. I wouldn't wish a sadness on him.

"If you're really gone," he continued. "Do you realise how hard it must have been for your friends to forget you? To move on as if you had not existed? Do you think that your death has never affected them?"

"No it's just..."

I stopped, because I had no argument against this. He was right, as much as I hated to admit it.

"I'm sorry," I pressed my face to his shoulders.

"It's okay."

He traced the outline of my face with his hands.

"I'm Rick," he smiled.

"Amanda. Nice to meet you, friend."

"But," he said suddenly, "The question remains that how can I see you?"

"You might have some connection with the world of the dead."

"Maybe," he grew thoughtful. "But how?"

"If anyone sees you talking to yourself, they'll dump you at a mental asylum," I said, looking around.

People were moving through the corridor, chatting excitedly, moving in and out of classes. But nobody stopped to cast a passing glance at us.

Something was definitely wrong.

"When did you take admission here?" I asked.

"June 16th."

"Were you supposed to join school from today?"

He nodded.

"Do you remember where you were at around midnight on July 16th?"

"Umm...I was out with my friends and I guess we got drunk. I was returning home and then there was a road I was crossing and I almost came in front of a car which somehow swerved and hit a truck and rolled over falling on me and then I don't remember a thing. The next moment I found myself on the pavement and so I searched for my way and ended up here."

"What day is it today?"

"June 17."

"It's June 23. You've been searching for five damn days. Do you know what that means?"

"Don't kid me," he sounded angry.

"Just go and ask someone about where the history classroom is," I said.

"Why would I do that?"

"For heaven's sake go and do it once, you'll understand." I screamed.

"Fine," he got up, moving towards the nearest boy, "Excuse me."

The boy ignored him and continued chatting.

"Excuse me. Hey, can't you hear me?" Rick put a hand on his holder. Rick's hands passed right through the boy.

He staggered back, eyes widened.

I could see his whole form trembling, "That means, I'm...I'm."

"Dead," I said, without any emotions. "And you are the bloody fool that caused my death. Who told you to be drunk and cross the road? You killed yourself and my family, you weirdo."

"You mean the car?"

"I was in the same car that crashed due to you and the same that crushed you to death. You're dead. Just like me. Face it." I gritted my teeth.

He slumped down on the ground, his head clutched in his hands.

"What have I done to deserve this?"

You got drunk.

I had no sympathy left in me anymore. He was the cause of my being in this state, the cause of all my dreams being shattered.

"Don't show your face to me ever again," I turned around, fighting back tears. "To think I was beginning to love you."

"Amanda, you're the only one I have now. I'm sorry. I know I can't give you back your life, but..."

I walked away.

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