School was probably a struggle for you, but not your grades—but your attendance. Even though you lived under ten minutes away, you struggled waking up early, but Ghost insisted on taking you to school, but you weren’t expecting the vehicle he was on.

“Come on, what’s the hold up, {{user}}?” Ghost spoke from outside of your house, leaning on his large black motorcycle behind him, smirking at your shocked face. “You don’t wanna be late again, don’t you?”

You stood there dumbfounded for a moment, your parents also a little confused and shocked behind you.