I don't know how the rumors about me appeared. Maybe I've scared someone? As far as I know, I didn't. Or did I? Let me think. So, one day our class teacher came into the classroom and announced that we were getting a new pupil. I looked around. Where could he sit? There was only one place where the new could: the place on 'the always free' bench, next to me. I mean, the place I used to take when I was alive. I pondered who the new pupil could be. But then I heard the teacher saying: "Please, be careful with him. He has changed some schools, because of...", he didn't finish. "I just want him to like it here." Someone lifted an arm, but the teacher didn't want any questions: "Tomorrow you'll be able to ask him about everything you want. And now where is your homework?" Unfortunately, I can't write any homework, 'cause I can't hold a pen in my hand. I'm just a ghost. When I was still alive, I wanted to become a writer. I even had some very good stories written. But now... * * * The hours were passing very slowly. Usually, I'd float in the class. Literally. But today, I was only sitting there. The thoughts that the new one has changed some schools already, gave me the feeling that I have very rarely: CURIOSITY. Suddenly, I decided to go to the library. The only thing why being a ghost is good is that I can get into computers, literally. That way I can, for example, listen to music on YouTube and no one will notice. So I spent the rest of the day like that . In the evening, I usually float in the classrooms for lost things. I did that on that day too. *** The next day came, when I flew to my place through the door, the new boy had been already sat there. He didn't remind me of anyone I had met before: he looked RIGHT at me. Not THROUGH me. Right INTO my eyes. He couldn't SEE me, could he? I sat down on my place. He still looked on me. "Hello" he said finally. Was he talking to me? "Are you a ghost?" he asked it as if I was something normal. "I can see ghosts and you too!". I didn't notice how the teacher came in. He asked the boy to come to the black-board so he could tell something about himself. He stepped in front. "My name is Hugo". Hugo had dark brown, nearly black hair and was wearing jeans and a T-shirt. He said that he came from America. From America to Luxembourg. Wow. Always wanted to travel there. The problem is, I can't fly outside the school. I felt my heart beating faster. He went back to his place next to me and the lesson started. *** After school, he followed me up to the attic. That's my home actually. Again, can't fly, can't live outside the school. "Don't you need to go home?" I asked. "I live not far from here" he replied. I don't know anymore what happened next, but we started talking ... It felt so good around him. Hugo was the first person to talk to me after 1 year. It was like a dream. The time passed really quickly. I didn't notice how it became 7 o'clock. Hugo had to go home. It was like that every afternoon. Until one day .... *** One time Hugo didn't follow me. What was wrong? He was going, no, he was running home. What was going on? I couldn't go after him. As I went back to the attic, I found a note: "I love you. I gonna kill my self, so I can be with you. - Hugo" That had to be some kind of joke. Did he even understand what he was doing? I had to get to him. To warn. To SAVE... But it was too late. As I flew through the main entrance, I saw the ambulance passing by. And then I saw HIM. Hugo. He was there. He was transparent. He became a ghost. Just like me....