#Chapter25

- What OJ Wants, Feels, Needs

*Sydney Roswell's POV*

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At precisely ten minutes that I had been carefully answering my math test paper, I almost jumped on my seat when I heard a girl singing at the top of her lungs without caring of anything in the world.

I looked at the newcomer who walked in through the closed door while she was still singing with her heart's content and making gestures, and I glared daggers at her. What the f*ck is her problem? What in the world is she trying to do this time?

The annoying ghost went on and on and sat on the front table...