Franks POV:
"Well here we are" the principal said "This is you're first class, Chemistry". She opened the door and introduced me to the class. I watched as all the other kids stared at me with fascination, and a little disgust. But why wouldn't they stare? I was a mess with my hair all of the place and my tattered clothing. I looked like I'd been dragged through a bush backwards but that's how I liked to look, I just shrugged at the class and took the first empty seat I could see.
I didn't listen to a word of that chemistry lesson, I was just staring at the tattoo on my wrist. There was a lot I didn't know about myself, that tattoo being one of them. You see, I'm dead. And since I've come back to life everything's been a bit of a blur, I don't remember my life before I died or where the tattoo came from. Or even what I am now. A ghost? Zombie? Vampire? I don't know, I'd often asked John, about it, he's the one that brought me back to life, but he'd get annoyed. The closest thing to an answer I ever got was "You've been touched by death". I remembered my death, I remember it all too well but it was one of the only things of my life that I could recall. I shuddered thinking about that night, how scared I was, the screaming of my final moments. I looked at the tattoo again, it read "I wish I were a ghost", still no sense. For the first few months or so after coming back to life I was pretty much brainless, going around in a zombie like state. Back then John had me do his dirty work, he still sometimes does, and I'd do it without question but as time went on I started to think again but I was still numb. He had a lot of enemies and I would "take care of them", I kept pestering him as to why I had to do it and why I was alive again and his reaction was to send me here to have me out of his hair. Or maybe he had an idea, I looked around the room, one of these kids could be needed for one of his crazy schemes.
I didn't even notice that class was over until I saw that the room was almost empty. I was about to leave when a kid, about my age, tall and skinny with glasses and mousy brown hair approached me. I looked up at him, "Hi... I'm Mikey... and s-since you're new here I figured that you'd want someone to show you the ropes" he stuttered, the poor kid looked like he wished he didn't bother to open his mouth. I was about to tell him where he could show that introduction when I realised that this Mikey kid could come in handy. I held out my hand to shake his, "Hi, I'm Frank" I smiled.
