I pushed open the door without fear for anything, and there was my teacher, I suppose, I think it was my teacher, because she was looking... Not human.
And in the classroom with desks and other students was a dark cloud above everyone's head.
I blinked in surprise and stood at the door.
And only then did I realize I was interrupting the class.
"Come in, what's your name and age?" My teacher said with a faint smile.
Well, if you look at her without the spirits that surrounded her like some rotten food, then she should be beautiful.
I walk ahead and look at my classroom and new classmates, yep, I did say the world changed, right?
"Good day, my name is Kelvin and I am not going to tell you my age," and before anyone could answer, I was already walking ahead to a seat which was empty and by the window.
You know something about coming back to when you were born with memories?
You have to relearn everything and some things I already know, which prompted me to not pay attention in class, this was my second mistake today
Oh, did I say my school was a three-story building and shared a fence with a cemetery and another with a church?
Coincidence? Probably, well technically speaking, the whole area from here, as the midpoint, to at least half a kilometer around was a graveyard until development within these areas began.
This was normal except in a world with ghosts and spirits; this definitely has to be a spawn point of some sort.
The class went on and I acted as a student should normally.
This class had 29 students in it and two in every desk except yours.
I do feel like someone should have been here, though, but I love my seat for now.
And soon enough it was 11:20am.
Break time from lectures.
I don't carry food or money to school.
I sat at my desk all through, just staring through the window at the cemetery, because well, I can.
Anyone would if you see everyone around you as some sort of deformed person, you get used to it, but not comfortable with it.
At least in the cemetery, if I see ghosts, they're more fun and brain worthy to think of.
I wonder why the gravediggers don't have spirits on them I thought.
When one of them suddenly looked at me and nudged the other.
Which looked upwards at me, it wasn't awkward at all, I smiled back at them, which led them to a bolt leaving behind their tools.
That was quite the shock to me, shouldn't I be the one running away?
That was enough sightseeing, and the break period should be almost over, except that the class was annoyingly calm.
I looked around only to find that no one was in class, except me.
Was it about to rain because the atmosphere suddenly got darker?
With nothing to do, I brought out my pen and started writing, nothing reasonable, just my name over and over and over and over again.
I was trying to design my name, you know, like those artists and people born with talent, but it kept coming out weird.