I sat on the bus all teary eyed. This was my last week of going to Goodrich Middle School. The last week of being with my friends. The last week to ask my crush out. The last week to do anything here in Florida. This was a disaster. Out of nowhere my phone started to vibrate and I picked it up. I was getting used to ghost language.
“Hello?” I said as tears dripped down my face.
“Hey, ” said my ghost self.
“You already know, don’t you?”
“Yeah, you have a lot to do this week.”
“What do ya mean?”
“You have to ask him out,”. The line went dead. Oh no. She knew about Mike. Mike Hansberg. The meanest most self-centered, jerk face in the whole entire school. But also the most hottest self-centered, cute face in the whole entire school. Everyone had a crush on him. Even the little sixth graders. They really had to get a life. So did I.