The Girl’s Room Ghost The ghost of Heather Chandler, she is said to haunt the girls bathrooms of the school. She is known to appear in mirrors and turn the tap water into drain cleaner.
The Bullying Ghosts Believed to be the ghosts Ghosts of Kurt Kelly and Ram Sweeney. They are known to roam the halls and the cafeteria, knocking things out of student’s hands. Never been seen
The Smoking Ghost Believed to be the ghost of Jason Dean, he appears in the on the Football Pitch (believed to be where an explosion happened) as a smoky figure. if you look at him, you have a splitting head ache (described as “like brain freeze”)
The Singing Boiler Room The ghost of an unknown person, it is said to say and sing certain words. Common words are: 17, Veronica and Our love is god. A former student, Veronica Sawyer was asked if she knew anything, but she refused to answer
"And then, she threw up on me!" (I'm not the original sender but I thought this would help 😂)
“And then, she threw up on me!”
“Ewww,” the other children groaned as Heather Chandler recounted the events of Ram’s seventh birthday party.
“She’s so weird,” Heather McNamara laughed. “She probably threw up on you on purpose.”
“It was disgusting,” Heather Chandler said, cringing. “Then she started crying after, like a baby!”
All the second graders laughed, and Veronica resisted the urge to cry again. JD stood next to her, Martha behind her.
“You’re the stupid ones!” Veronica shouted, stomping her foot on the ground. “It was an accident. You guys are mean on purpose!”
“I’d rather be a brat than a loser,” Heather Duke said rudely. “Besides, at least brats dolls are pretty.” Everyone laughed, causing Veronica to get even more upset.
“Brats dolls are ugly,” JD said.
“My mom says they look like prostitutes.”
All the children stared at him, confused.
“What the heck is a prostitute?” Heather McNamara asked. Heather Chandler scoffed.
“It’s probably just a name he made up to make us look dumb.”
“Come on, Veronica,” Martha said quietly, tugging on Veronica’s shirt. “Let’s just leave.”
Veronica huffed and turned around, walking angrily back the classroom.
“I’ll be right back,” JD said. “I have to go get something.”
Veronica nodded and sat down miserably on one of the bean bag chairs and curled up, her head on her knees. Martha sat next to her, comforting her with a hand on her back.
“You’re not gross,” Martha said. “They’re all dumb.”
JD suddenly came running into the classroom a few minutes later, looking flushed and nervous.
“What did you do?” Veronica asked curiously. JD smiled deviously.
“Look what I snuck out of the nurses office,” he said, pulling a bottle of blue cough syrup out of his pocket.
“Gross,” Veronica said, wrinkling her nose. “What are you gonna do with that?”
JD grinned and ran over to the cubbies, quickly going through Heather Chandler’s back and pulling out a bottle of blue Gatorade. Veronica’s eyes widened.
“No way,” Martha gasped. JD grinned and nodded. He took the Gatorade bottle and ran over to the window, pouring it out the side and poured the entire bottle of cough syrup into it.
“Let’s see who throws up now,” he said.
Veronica laughed and hugged him tightly, causing him to blush slightly.
“You’re a genius!” She said happily.
“I just hope we don’t get caught,” Martha said quietly.
At lunchtime, however, the three of them decided it didn’t matter if they got caught. Seeing Heather gag and spit out a mouthful of cough syrup right on Heather Duke’s dress made it all worth it.
Request: Would you do a jd x reader, just what ever you’d like! ~ Anonymous
Summary: JD (Ryan’s JD)shows up to readers door beaten up and the reader patches him up and looks after him.
AN: Dan’s JD.
Warnings: Blood mentioned
The knock on your front door at 10 o'clock at night on a Friday drew your attention away from your book Jane Eyre. Putting the bookmark in you set the book down on your dresser before walking to the door.
Your parents were on a camping trip for the weekend which left you home alone, that Friday night.
Opening the door you did not expect to see what you saw.
JD stood there with a busted up lip, blood trickled down it. A bloody nose and a bruising eye. He was holding his stomach.
“Hey.” He tried to grin but it turned into a grimace. You ushered him inside.
“JD what the hell happened?” You questioned him, your hand clamped down on his wrist, dragging him to your bathroom. You sat him down on the toilet seat.
“Some people can’t appreciate my honesty.” He shrugged as if it was nothing. You rolled your eyes as you pushed his chin upward so he was facing the ceiling. Grabbing the toilet paper you ripped and twisted two pieces of it and shoved them up JD’s nose.
“You’re an idiot.” Was all you said to him. Grabbing an old rang you let it run under warm water in the sink, you wrung it out afterwards and gently patted it down on JD’s lip. His breath softly fanned against you as you cleaned the blood. Then you lifted the rag again and cleaned up the dried up blood from his nose.
“I’ll be right back.” You told him before exiting the bathroom. A minute later you came back with a bag of peas. “Here.” You tossed them to JD who caught it, and pressed it against his eye.
“Thanks.” Walking over you pulled the toilet paper from his nose and threw them out.
“Well your nose stopped bleeding. What happened to your stomach? Please don’t tell me you were stabbed.” You whined. JD chuckled before lifting his shirt revealing his toned stomach.
“I don’t know was I?” You rolled your eyes.
“Lose the sarcasm. I didn’t have to help you.” You snapped moving away from him. JD grabbed your wrist, pulling you onto his lap. His arm wrapped around your waist.
“Hey, I’m sorry.” His voice was soft as he pecked your lips. You shook your head but kissed him back.
“It’s just bruised you should be fine.” You say, standing up from his lap. Clearing your throats you tossed the now cold rag in the tub. “I think you’re good to go.“ You stated. JD pushed himself to stand. He had a grin on his face.
"Thank you.” His hands planted themselves on your waist pulling you close. His lips grazed against your before pushing yourself forward so your lips molded together.