Honestly sometimes this ghost scares me, but the next day we did so called training.
"OK first of all, your Arua is irritating my insides" Remy said
" huh?! What's that supposed to mean?!I cried
" it means your aura is clogged so I'm gonna help you cleanse it"Remy amswered
And before I could even take comprehension of what was going on, he dragged me to the nearest forest and made me collect herbs
"why are we collecting herbs?"I asked
" us? Uh no hun it's only you, I just love to watch you suffer"Remy said while hovering over me like some guardian angel
"I never knew ghosts were sadists" I mumbled
A few herbs later he made me put on some sort of tinfoil hat and rubbing the herbs on it then making me stand in an imaginary circle he made up.
Next task was in the afternoon after school,
Remi told me my aura smelled like expired tofu. I told him he was being dramatic. He told me to shut up and start sweeping.
And so, there I was. Broom in hand. Circling the room like a sad wizard janitor.
"This is for your own good," Remi said, peeking through the cracked closet door. "Your energy is stale. Like a broken spell sandwich."
"Normal people don't sweep energy," I muttered, dragging the old, scratchy broom into the corners. Dust puffed up in glittery clouds. Weird glowing particles floated out, like sparkles from a cracked snow globe.
Remi clapped softly. "Look! Spiritual gunk! I told you you were emotionally dusty."
I rolled my eyes. "You made me use a broom from the creepy hallway."
"It's vintage."
I was halfway through "cleansing the northern quadrant" (Remi's words, not mine) when the door creaked open.
"Dude."
I turned—and nearly dropped the broom.
It was Tarin, the guy who could levitate four textbooks and chew enchanted gum at the same time. Cool, sharp, and smug by default.
"What the heck are you doing?" he asked, stepping inside like he owned the air around him.
"…Sweeping," I said, awkwardly, holding the broom like it was a sword I didn't know how to use.
He blinked at the glowing dust, then at me. "Wait—is this a ritual? Are you trying to summon confidence?"
"No."
"Aw man. Is this that ghost again? You finally lost it, huh?"
"I haven't lost anything," I said quickly.
He smirked. "Sure. Keep polishing your vibe or whatever. Maybe next you'll charge your pencils under the moon."
He laughed and walked off, leaving the door wide open and my dignity somewhere under the dust pile.
From the janitors closet , Remi whispered, "He's jealous of your spiritual hygiene."
"Shut up."
I sat cross-legged on the floor, clutching the scrap of paper Remi had told me to write on. "Your worst fear," he said. Easy for him to say — he's dead, after all.
I scribbled down the words before I could chicken out:
Being invisible forever. Being left behind.
Remi lit a candle with a casual snap. "Burn it. Let it go."
I held the paper over the tiny flame. The edges curled and blackened, the smoke twisting into shapes that felt almost… alive.
Then came the knock at the door.
"Tarin," I muttered, eyes fixed on the flickering flame.
He barged in, followed by two others—Lina and Dex, both grinning like they owned the place.
"What's this? Scaredy-cat therapy?" Tarin mocked, crossing his arms.
Lina laughed. "What's next? Crying in a corner?"
Dex stepped closer, eyes narrowing. "You really think burning a note will fix your loser problems?"
I swallowed hard, trying to ignore the cold pit forming in my stomach.
Remi floated out from behind my bed, voice dripping with sarcasm. "Oh, look! The spirit squad's here to remind you how special you are."
Tarin scoffed. "You're wasting your time. No magic, no future."
"Keep talking," I snapped, trying to sound braver than I felt. "Maybe you'll disappear before I do."
Lina snorted but backed off. Dex gave me a sharp look, then smirked. "We'll see."
They left, the door closing with a soft thud that echoed louder than I wanted.
Remi hovered beside me, whispering, "You're doing great. Really."
I stared at the dying candle, wondering if burning fears was supposed to make them disappear — or just light up more shadows.
The next day, Remy decided it was time to open forbidden stuff in the PE room
"Just… unlock it," Remi said, floating lazily above me. "You've done the hard part."
I shot him a look. "This is the hard part?"
Remi's ghostly grin grew wider. "You have no idea."
I hesitated, staring at the locked drawer under my bed. The faint glow coming from it made my skin crawl. I didn't know what was inside, but my gut was screaming don't open it.
Before I could back out, the door swung open again.
"Uh-oh," Remi muttered under his breath. "Here comes trouble."
Tarin strolled in, this time with Lina and Dex trailing behind him. They were already laughing, like they knew exactly what kind of day I was having. They'd seen me trying to burn my fears. They'd mocked me for it. And now they were back for round three.
I shot them a quick, nervous glance, hoping they wouldn't notice the glowing drawer. Of course, they did.
"What's this now, Ray?" Tarin smirked. "Playing with creepy relics? Can't imagine you're qualified to handle anything dangerous."
Lina crossed her arms, eyes glinting with that superior, judgmental look. "Bet you can't even open it without breaking something."
Dex chuckled darkly. "What's in there? A cursed amulet to make you less of a joke?"
I opened my mouth to say something, but Remi beat me to it.
"Actually," Remi said, his voice ice-cold, "it's a cursed relic that's probably going to eat your souls. So if I were you, I'd stay far, far away."
Tarin froze for a second, then narrowed his eyes. "Nice try, ghost. But you're not scaring me."
"Oh, I'm not trying to scare you," Remi replied, his voice dripping with mockery. "I'm just being honest. You three are about to find out what happens when you mess with someone who's already been dead." He floated closer to them, glowing with eerie light. "So, what's it gonna be? Step closer and see if your brains turn to mush?"
Lina took a step back, visibly unnerved, but Tarin just scoffed. "Whatever, man. I'm not afraid of a stupid ghost."
"Shame," Remi said with a shrug. "Because you should be."
I had no idea what was going on, but Tarin and his gang were completely silent now, clearly unnerved by Remi's too-real threats. After a moment, Tarin muttered, "You're messed up, man," and he turned to walk out, dragging Lina and Dex along with him.
When they left, I let out a shaky breath and looked at Remi, whose ghostly form was back to casually hovering in the corner.
"Well, that was fun," Remi said nonchalantly. "Let's see if your drawer contains something useful."
I shook my head, trying to process what had just happened. Remi had actually stood up to them. He'd practically threatened them with death, and they'd listened. For a second, I thought maybe having a ghost around wouldn't be the worst thing after all.