The classroom was quiet except for the scribbling of pens and the occasional cough. Airi Thalyn sat at her desk, her golden-brown eyes scanning her notebook, when out of the corner of her eye, she saw it—a pale, ghost-like figure of a little girl darting past the row of lockers outside the classroom window. A chill ran down her spine as her eyes instinctively followed the fleeting movement. Oh great another ghost encounter why me?
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