"Well, I think that the Principal's shenanigans are effective. So, we're going to humor it until the Playground Ghost disappears!"
Mr. Richards sighs, unimpressed. His frown makes a parabola that stretches down into infinity. Ms. Mirabella only laughs. Her grin reaches her eyes - a stark contrast to his offending expression.
"Isn't that ghost supposed to be in class? Your class, I must add. Why're you letting him do whatever he wants?"
"Yeah, he's my student. But I've been told that he's a special case. So, I don't have to do anything about him skipping classes. He's an exception."
"Oh, another rich boy hanging off the coattails of his rich parents, huh? Tch. Kids these days."
"Saoirse."
"Huh? What?"
"His last name is Saoirse."
Silence.
