CCES Chapter 1

Alright, I should probably tell you how my school works.
CCES stands for Cibolo (Cib-e-low) Creek Elementary School. The school is like any old school at first glance, but you need to be a student there to know what really goes on behind the walls.
I started Cibolo in October, about, oh lets say the 8th on a Thursday. And already I knew once I walked through the doors to school that this was going to be an interesting year.
The floor throughout the entire school is tile, even the gym. And most of its brick not plaster, the desks are even different from most schools, there all metal. Not those fake, junk, wooden tops that peel off on the second day you have them.
So the friend system has its own little works too. It all depends on you're personality. If you're a girlie-girl than thats who you're friends are. There like categories, and you're sorted into one. Tomboy, girlie-girl, earth-geeks, bookworms, the funnies, the boys who really don't have a category, and people in the middle are all the categories the 5th grade has.
Then there are those people in each category that like to bend, and/or break the rules.
That's the kind of people I like to hang out with. So then there are these mashes of people from each category that form these groups. Like the one I'm in; The tomboy, Kate. The earth-geek, Taryn. The girly-girl Katie. The bookworm, Anya (who isn't really a member, we're just friends). And me, Olivia, who I think is like all the categories (except the girlie-girl). There are many other mashes but I can't name them all.
I can't really tell you how I got mixed up in all this but I can give you a pretty good idea. Also I don't know how to tell you but... Okay I'll just make this short, sweet, and to the point,
My school is haunted.
Hey, if you don't believe me that's fine, but its true, and the truth will get out sooner or later. And, just between you and me, I prefer later. Because there are some people sent to guard the truth, and I didn't know it then but I know it now. I was one of them. And still am as a matter of fact. After this incident there was no escaping it, and I couldn't help it, it was cool knowing I was in charge of something no one else was. Well not fully in charge, you can't do it all by yourself, and boy was I lucky to find my friends there right beside me to help out.
Right. Now this is starting to sound like one of those, Nancy Drew, or Roxy Hunter, things right. Well I'll be the first one to tell you it's NOT. You see we wern't really excited about finding a mystery, or eager to solve it. We were, excited about finding prof for ourselves that, ghosts really exist. Oh, yeah, and we wern't looking for a mystery either, it found us instead.

So that's about it now, let's start with this story.