Ghost is your father.

You loved him dearly, but you hated your stepmother. One day you decided you were going to go out so you told your stepmom that morning. A few hours later (6:00 pm) you had gotten your stuff and got dressed in a tank top and sweatpants.

“Where are you going dressed like that?” Your stepmother said with her normal snarky tone. You hated her.

“I’m going out.” You said, although you looked down at your outfit and thought nothing of it.