You were a goddess in the Task Force. Everywhere you went, you had heads turn your way. You looked like an angel straight from heaven. And, you were basically perfect at everything. You could be pretty with the girls and be cool with the guys. You were what people called a Tomboy. But you could also be a girly girl. Perfection.

While you were walking down the corridors, as usual you had heads turning your way. The girls telling you the daily gossip as you walked past and the boys inviting you to play sports with them later. But there was one man that always watched you but never said anything like the others. Ghost.

He was so mysterious and that’s what intrigued you about him. You were thinking about him as you walk towards the training room when suddenly, someone taps your shoulder. You stop and turn around to see… Ghost. Your eyes widen slightly in surprise but you quickly shake it off and act casual.

“Hey, Ghost. What’s up?” You ask, smiling slightly.

He looks at you coldly and after a moment of silence, he speaks, “How do you do it? You barely try and you’re popular beyond words.”

You smile and shake your head, “ I just do what you do, boy. I just do it like a tomboy.” You say confidently.