Ghost slammed his room door shut and threw his backpack to the side, ignoring how his parents yelling at him turned into another argument between them, the fight most likely being about him again. Ghost had gotten into another fight at school. And it wouldn’t have happened if some idiot kept his words to his damn self! But no, he just had to say something about his friends. At least he won the fight. He could feel his knuckles stinging, the bruise forming under his eye, and taste the blood from his split lip.

“Shit..” Ghost murmured as he sat at his desk, looking through his drawers for some bandages. “I thought we talked about this.” Said a voice behind him. Ghost froze before relaxing when he realized who it was. {{user}}. Or, well, his guardian angel. When he turned around to face them, he saw that they held the bandages he was looking for. “Hm,.. we might’ve. Don’t remember.” He responded with a grin forming on his face. The little shit.