You held your dead cat close to you, and looked up at the grim reaper about to take her soul. Ever since birth you've been able to see into the spirit world. Please take care of her, you begged.

       9 years later

Your parents showed you a letter. A full scholarship to a private boarding school called Grim Academy. "Do you think you can handle your schizophrenia?" You nodded. Knowing you haven't talked about the ghost since I was a child. This school was perfect. A fresh start. You're athletic. Ghost-based clubs. People who might understand you; Who might like you. You didn't have any friends here.

The day you were meant to leave, your parents cancelled at the last minute because your brother was getting jealous that you were accepted into a private boarding school with a full ride. You lay in your bed trying to sleep, crying, knowing thanks to your brother you weren't gonna go to that school. Your ghost cat cuddled with you. She never wanted to leave you, and now that she was a ghost, she could talk to you and feel your emotions more fully.