The school's bell chimes and everyone walks out of their classroom and hopefully to their clubroom. As do I.
This very store room in front of me will be the clubroom I'll be looking out for. It's not that bad, just looks... grim, I suppose. That, of course, comes with many reasons. First, it is at the corner of the school's ground… grass talking with wind, all there is here. Now I understand why the rumour starts. If I'm a ghost, this would be the best place to stay.
My feet stomp on an empty bag of chips. I even spot a bent cigarette hiding in the grass. Man… It looks like I have to clean these all up from today. Hell with the best place for ghost, this is a hot spot for delinquents. And to think this'd be my job from now on, better off being called a janitor.
Enough disappointment at the outside. I decide to look at the inside, expecting much more disappointment.
