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  Ghost Busters

  Book 2

  The Super Ghost

  Katrina Kahler & John Zakour

  Copyright © KC Global Enterprises

  All Rights Reserved

  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1: Phew!

  Chapter 2: Really Weird Science

  Chapter 3: Gym and The Art of Ducking

  Chapter 4: Back Down

  Chapter 5: Soccer Super Star?

  Chapter 6: Ghosts of the Past

  Chapter 7: Low Down and Show Down

  Chapter 8: All’s Well That Ends Well

  Chapter 1: Phew!

  As luck would have it, Maria and I had got rid of the ghost and made it back to the classroom...just in time for lunch. Lunch is probably my favorite time in school. It gives me time to relax and hang out with friends. Sure, a middle school cafeteria is like a jungle - a very noisy jungle. But like any jungle, if you know how to navigate it, there are some cool things to experience.

  Since Hammy had eaten my lunch!

  Grrrrr...today I had to join the food line. Indeed, this is a dangerous journey! Grabbing a light green tray, I started navigating through the line. Maria trailed behind me, watching my food choices closely. Maria always just gets a salad and some fruit, maybe that is why she never gets sick and has absolutely NO pimples! Not even one!!! Seriously, 12 year-old girls are supposed to have pimples to stress over and try to cover up.

  First, I came to the self-serve area where there were little bowls of vegetables for the choosing. Baked carrots that somehow made orange look extra gross. I’m not a rabbit, so that’s a no to green string beans. Uugggh! Ah, no. I’d seen more appetizing looking wet worms. Apple sauce? The last time I had the apple sauce it was SO sour that I spat it out all over the table. I didn’t mean to be so gross...it was a natural reaction, like a volcano exploding. Then I saw some corn. Corn is hard to ruin. So that’s what I put in my tray.

  Now the salad spot, which is actually officially called The Salad Spot! With the exclamation point and everything.

  I guess it’s the school trying to be clever. I grabbed some green lettuce with just a hint of brown on it. I mostly took it to stop Maria from telling me I need to eat more fiber. Sometimes I think I’d be better off if my best friend was a guy. Guys never say to eat more fiber. While pondering my choice of friends, I dabbed some Italian dressing on my lettuce.

  “Good. Glad you are eating some greens,” Maria told me.

  Do I know her or what? Next, on to the main courses doled out by the white apron and hairnet clad serving ladies, Ms. Harrah and Ms. Barb. Ms. Barb looks like she has been stuck behind the food counter since the dawn of time and her frown is as deep as the deepest crack in the driest desert. While Ms. Harrah is SUPER nice, she always has a smile.

  “What potato do you want today?” Ms. Barb grumpily asked. Using her blue spatula she pointed to each of the choices naming them as she pointed, “We got fries, we got mashed, and we got baked. Your choice kiddo.”

  Only one possible choice here. “Fries, please,” I said. I don’t know how they did it, but the school made the best fries in the world.

  Ms. Barb dished out a generous portion and dropped them on my plate. Yes, fries with no smile. “NEXT!” she yelled.

  Ms. Harrah looked at me. “Hi Zara, what would you like? We have chicken surprise, pizza, the burrito special or meatloaf.”

  I looked the choices over...even though I didn’t really need to...during my time at school, I had seen them all a LOT. I’d tried the chicken surprise once - on a day when I felt super adventurous. Pass! I had enough surprise in my life today. As for the brown, flat mystery gray meatloaf that was covered with gravy, no way. I liked the burrito, but it didn’t like me, if you get what I mean. Plus, others didn’t like being around me afterwards. Now, I’m sure you know what I mean.

  Really it was an easy choice. “Pizza, please,” I said. Not only could I clearly identify it, but I’ve eaten it many times and it tastes pretty decent. This is my theory...the school must actually order it from an outside pizza shop and then they just warm it up at school, whatever, it works and I can eat it without feeling sick.

  Finally on to the D&D: desert and drink section. Green jello - nope. Slime looked more appealing. Blue jello - no way. It looked like my bubble bath. In fact, all the jellos were definitely a PASS...NO GO...if you knew what was good for you. For pudding choices we had: chocolate, butterscotch and something else. I’m sure the chocolate would taste okay, but truthfully it kind of looked like something else to me, so I passed on it. I grabbed the butterscotch. Butterscotch is a truly under appreciated flavor. As for my drink, I wanted to grab a chocolate milk (I LOVE chocolate milk) but I grabbed a regular milk...just to keep Maria happy.

  “Nice to see you made the best milk choice,” Maria told me.

  Yep, sometimes it’s not easy having a health fanatic as your best friend. I handed my food card to the cashier Mrs. Buckle. She swiped my card through the reader. Mrs. Buckle looked at my lunch card.

  “Hmm, this card is a little bent,” she said. “What have you been doing with it?”

  “Picking locks,” I said, without really thinking.

  Mrs. Buckle laughed. “Zara, you have the most wonderful sense of humor.”

  “Yeah, Zara, good joke,” Maria said sternly, the tone of her voice not matching her words.

  I took my tray and walked to the seating area, surveying the scene. I walked past the cool kids’ table, all dressed in the latest designer clothing.

  The brainy kids’ table, where they would always play cards since computers, video games, iPods and cell phones were a no-no during school hours.

  The jocks’ table, always the loudest table in the place. The cheerleaders’ table right next to the jocks - this table can be identified by the pompoms next to their seats.

  Of course, Lizzy sat alone at her own little table. She smiled away, humming to herself, reading a book in bliss and seemed not at all bothered by sitting alone. Lizzy always loaded her table up with books.

  Ming and Matti sat at a table holding two seats for Maria and me. I like to think of our table as the average kids’ table. Maria and I walked over and sat down.

  “Are you guys okay?” Matti asked.

  “Yes. We just had to do a little basement cleaning project,” I said. “No big deal.”

  “Where’s your hamster?” Ming asked.

  “He’s still in the basement,” I said without thinking. “Keeping watch.”

  “What?” Ming said.

  “Yeah, what?” Matti said. “What’s he watching for?”

  Maria elbowed me in the side. “Zara, stop making jokes.”

  Suddenly, I realized what I’d said. “We found an old cage and we’re keeping him down there until after school,” I said hurriedly.

  “Why’d you bring your hamster to school?” Ming asked.

  “Yeah, why?” Matti asked.

  Lizzy rushed over to our table. I never would have thought I’d be so happy to see Lizzy Sullivan.

  “Zara! Zara! Are you coming to our soccer game after school today?” Lizzy asked, jumping up and down and clapping as she talked. “We play our arch rivals, Winterbook!”

  “Uh, I might,” I said.

  “Great!” Lizzy sai
d, making a fist and pumping it in the air. “See you there! It will be so much fun!” Lizzy looked at her watch. “Okay, now back to my table so I can get some extra work done before science class!”

  “No problem. Knock yourself out, Lizzy,” I said.

  Lizzy gave me a little punch on the shoulder. “Oh, Zara, you are so funny!”

  We all watched in silence as Lizzy headed back to her table.

  “You really should go to the game,” Matti said. “The team is playing well.”

  Ming looked at Matti in disbelief.

  “Hey, a girl can appreciate many sports,” Matti said. “Lizzy must be practicing a lot because she’s playing really well. She’s scored the winning goals in the last two games.”

  “Really?” I said.

  Matti nodded. “Yep. Lizzy is so funny. She keeps a book in her back pocket and reads during the breaks in the game, but she’s still the highest scorer in our team. She’s actually incredible!”

  After all I’ve seen and heard the last few days, Lizzy playing soccer well, even while reading a book, didn’t surprise me at all.

  “What’s wrong Maria?” Matti asked. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

  Gazing at Maria she had turned a bit pale. She shuddered.

  “Ah, no, I’m fine,” she said. “Just ate a bad onion…”

  “As far as I’m concerned, there are no good onions,” Ming said.

  “Zara, I feel something bad coming…” Maria thought to me.

  Of course she did. No way for me to have a peaceful lunch today. Maria pointed behind me and then quickly pulled back her arm.

  “Ghosts at 6 o’clock!” Maria thought.

  “What?”

  “Behind you, dummy!” Maria shouted in my head.

  “Oh…”

  I turned and looked....and saw nothing out of the ordinary.

  “On the floor, the shadows!” Maria thought to me. “They are thinking, must feed the children. They’re the ghosts of lunch ladies past!”

  I gave Maria my - you’ve got to be kidding me - look. She shot me a look back that could only be described as: girl, I am SO NOT kidding.

  Looking down, I saw three blue shadow blobs on the floor moving toward Lizzy. They looked harmless enough, but I had already learned that, with ghosts, looks can be downright deceiving. Leaning back in my chair, I popped my zapper into my hand.

  “Dudette, what are you doing?” Ming said.

  “Just going to point out some cool spots on the floor,” I said, as if my zapper really was just a laser pen.

  “Wow, good bluff,” Maria said in my head. I didn’t know if she really meant it.

  “Don’t let Mr. Frost see that,” Ming said.

  Mr. Frost was an ex-teacher who’d retired, but still volunteered at the school as a lunch monitor. Not sure why. Guess he missed the place. Thing is, he took his new responsibilities seriously.

  If you used a phone during lunch, you’d lose it.

  “Don’t worry about Mr. Frost. I have him tying his shoes over and over,” Maria thought.

  “Really?”

  “Zara, get the job done!”

  Aiming my laser at the lead shadow blob, I fired. The blob burst like a bubble then dissipated.

  “Zara, what are you aiming the pen at?” Matti asked, squinting.

  “Those cool looking marks on the floor? I wonder if it’s blood?” I said, while aiming at the second shadow. I knew the marks were ketchup stains, but I would use whatever I could for a distraction.

  Matti and Ming craned their necks to get a better look.

  I aimed at the second blob, now just inches away from Lizzy. It looked like a moving, transparent ink blot...not all that threatening. But again, I knew that looks were deceiving. I fired. The second blob splattered into thousands of mini blob pieces, some of it spilling onto Lizzy, who sat there reading away in ignorant bliss.

  “Oh, gross!” I said.

  Matti leaned forward to get an even better view of the stains on the floor. “I’ll give you that it’s interesting and a bit ugly. But I don’t think it’s that gross.” She shrugged. “Well, to each his own.”

  Time to zap out the last shadow blob. This one had closed in on Lizzy. Just as it got behind her, it grew from a blue blob to a blue shadow silhouette of a lunch lady complete with ladle. Creepier than a blob, but now a bigger target. I aimed at the foot making it look like I wanted to point out another gross spot on the floor. I pushed the trigger and a dot of red light hit the ghastly silhouette on the foot.

  The shape made a PLUUUUOOFFF sound, splattering Lizzy with more ectoplasm goo that she couldn’t see.

  “More grossness,” I said.

  Lizzy didn’t have a clue. She got up and stretched, shaking off some ectoplasm she didn’t know was there.

  “Well, I better head to science and do my prep work!” Lizzy said out loud to nobody in particular.

  Matti and Ming stayed focused on the spot on the floor I had aimed at. They looked back at each other.

  “Once again, kind of ugly but not all that gross,” Matti said.

  “Zara, maybe you have some sort of neat complex?” Ming suggested.

  “Those ghosts didn’t even react,” I thought to Maria.

  “When ghosts have been hanging around for a while, they get a little more crazy…like hyperactive puppy dogs,” Maria said with her mind. “They were probably drawn to Lizzy’s enthusiastic energy.”

  “Ghosts like high energy?” I thought to Maria. Yeah, I guess Hammy and Grandma had each mentioned something about that.

  “Zara, you really need to do more reading,” Maria said out loud.

  Lizzy walked by us giving us a little wave. “Don’t be late for class!” she said. Most of the ooze had either fallen off of her or disappeared by now.

  I turned my attention back to my lunch. Life seemed so much easier before I became a ghost hunter. Right then, the bell for the next period rang. I wolfed down some fries and took as many bites of the pizza as I could, washing it down with some milk.

  “Man, this school needs longer lunch periods!” I said.

  “Well, you were late,” Ming said.

  “And you did spend a lot of time studying stains on the floor,” Matti added.

  Maria stood up. “Come on, Zara. Let’s head to science.”

  Chapter 2: Really Weird Science

  As far as regular classes go, science is probably my favorite. For one, you get to do things. Sure, some of those things may cause things to blow up or explode, but that just makes it cooler. I also like science class because instead of sitting at individual desks we can sit at lab tables with our lab partners. My partner is Maria, of course. I used to wonder how we always ended up in the same courses. Now that I’m a ghost hunter, I know.

  Ms. Quesada stood in front of the class lecturing us about parasites. I thought of Ms. Quesada as my favorite teacher. Due to budget cuts, Ms. Quesada also doubled as the Spanish teacher, but she was cool about that. I never saw her without a big smile on her face. She had short brown hair and amazing green eyes. I’ve never seen anybody so filled with light and energy. Not sure if I can really explain it well. She just seemed always to glow and in a good way.

  She loved talking about Science and Spanish, telling heaps of interesting stories. But my favorite stories that she told were those about her family and her childhood. It made me feel like she was part of my family, rather than just being a teacher. She never seemed to lose her temper, even that time I accidentally melted a petri dish with my Bunsen burner.

  “So class, any questions about parasites?” Ms. Quesada asked with a smile.

  “Yeah, are ghosts considered parasites?” a voice asked.

  Ms. Quesada didn’t react. Nobody reacted. In fact, I didn’t even recognize that voice.

  Maria and I turned towards the voice. Sitting there in an otherwise empty chair sat a transparent kid who looked a few years older than us. The kid had her hand up and was eagerly waving it.

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sp; “I said, are ghosts considered parasites?” the ghost kid shouted.

  Ms. Quesada still didn’t react. How could she? “Any questions?”

  “Maria, do you see what I see?” I thought.

  “If you see a ghost kid, then yes.”

  “How come you didn’t sense her?” I asked.

  “My powers are still newish,” Maria thought. “Maybe I can only pick up very old ghosts? But I’m only guessing, I really don’t know.”

  This needed a different means of communication. I raised my hand.

  “Yes, Zara?” asked Ms. Quesada.

  “Ah, do you think ghosts are real and if they are...could they be considered parasites?” I asked. “Like when they hang around people.”

  The class, all except for Maria, and maybe Lizzy, laughed.

  I heard Ming mutter, “Oh Zara!”

  Ms. Quesada silenced the class with a stare. The type of stare I had never seen from her before.

  “Class, Zara asked a legitimate question.” Ms. Quesada said. “I know a lot of scientists say there are no such thing as ghosts. Yet, some studies have shown that there are energies we don’t yet understand. Nobody has proved there is no such thing as ghosts. Therefore, as a good scientist, I feel it is important to keep an open mind.”

  “So, would they be considered parasites?” I asked.

  Ms. Quesada put a finger to her lips. Then said, “Yes, I guess sometimes they would be.”

  “Neat,” I said.

  A few other kids in the class started murmuring. I raised my hand again.

  “Yes, Zara?”

  Rubbing my stomach I said, “Can I go to the bathroom please? Those fatty fries at lunch aren’t sitting well.”

  “Of course,” Ms. Quesada said.

  I stood up and turned to the class. “Of course,” I said, “if there are any ghosts in the room they can feel free to join me.”