Albert lived and slept in an old chimney lantern that had spent the last hundred years in the old Higgin's barn in Wildwood, Florida. Jenny Aniston bought the lamp as a gift for her twelve-year-old daughter, Melissa.
Albert sat on the rim of his lantern while Missy dressed for school. “Hi,” he said.
“Holy Crap, what are you?”
“A ghost. My name is Albert. I need your help.”
“Listen, Albert. I have to go to school, and I can’t be late. So, if you need my help, talk fast, and you better not be a haunting type ghost. My name is Missy.”
Missy, I’m lonely. I need a living friend. I’m usually unnoticeable, but you might, sometimes, want me around.”
“Can you ride my shoulder or settle on my backpack?”
Albert settled on her shoulder and in this manner they rode the school bus to her school where Missy ran into Tommy Donelle.
“Well, well,” Tommy leered, “If it isn’t Miss Little Tits.” Missy pushed him, and Tommy pushed her to the ground.
“Not on my watch," Albert said.
Tommy who was now swinging about two feet in the air was crying and pleading.
“Look.” He’s pissing himself.” Someone in the crowd of kids yelled.
“Apologize, asshole.”
I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”
Albert let him fall, and Tommy ran.
Albert snuggled down on Missy’s shoulder, and they both giggled all the way to homeroom.
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