6
MYLA
An hour later, I sit in the back row of Ghost World class. Before me, forty students sit in long rows of desky-chairs. All the seat-backs have special holes for everyone’s tails.
As dictated by our ghoul overlords, we all wear gray sweats, matching T-shirts, and mangy sneakers. Boogerlips stands at the front of the class. She wears long black robes, just like every other ghoul (except my honorary older brother, Walker, who is exceptionally cool, even if he is undead.)
Not for the first time, it hits me that Boogerlips looks like someone took baby features and scrunched them all up into the middle of a very large and adult face. Her thin brown hair is fashioned into a bowl cut. And yes, there’s something small and white that’s stuck on her mouth. Ugh.
“Pay attention, class,” say
