Andy was struggling.
“Stupid geometry. Who gives a crap about trapezoids?” he mumbled.
Even at twelve the kid knew this stuff was useless. Fortunately, he had a plan.
At exactly 10:30 the ghost appeared, floating through the chalkboard. Right on cue too. His partner in crime was nothing if not reliable.
Chaos ensued.
Andy watched the classroom empty in record time. He then walked over to his teacher’s abandoned desk.
“Happy?” the ghost asked.
He nodded while thumbing through the answer key.
“Good, your turn,” said the ghost.
Andy froze. Never did he imagine he’d need to return the favor.
The Weekday One Hundred 