Have you ever walked through the halls of OHS and felt a mysterious breeze or a sudden force pushing on you? Well one day I was walking and I didn't know the legend of Benny Bailer. Benny Bailer was a sophomore at OHS who wasn't liked by his teachers, and because of that they gave him F’s. Which wouldn’t be enough to get him to his junior year so he wouldn’t have graduated after all of his friends. Later that year he died in a dodgeball game where all the balls were pelted at his intelligent head, this lead to his death.
When I saw Benny he was this opaque figure with red gelled and spiked hair with sparkling blue eyes, torn jeans, and a shirt that changed with his mood. He had this long skinny nose with a muscular build, and a ratty old ball cap. I had apparently jostled into him which he didn't like at all. He held me down and gave me a nudgey that burned like a raging fire, that had started on the top of my head, and when it was over he walked away chuckling mischeiviously. Later that day when I had homework that I hadn't finished, my paper suddenly had words that would show up on the page. Thats when I felt this light breeze and I knew Benny was there. Why was he abruptly helping me when I bumped into him? After class I learned about the legend of Benny Bailer from an anonymous source.
The next day when I showed up to band and everyone blew on their horns, whipped cream came out of the end. Even when I opened my locker silly string sprang out of it with confetti and a happy birthday sign popping out. And the funny thing is this mischievous, helpful, and funny ghost was kind of like my friend since I didn't have any considering I had just moved here.
Later after lunch I went up to the P.E. storage room above the stage, where Benny usually hangs out. I went in and called for him, I knew he was there when the scent of Stetson Cologne was in the air. “He appeared to me and asked what did you get on that paper?” I declared to him proudly that I got and A and thanks for the help. “ Do you know why I helped you today?” he asked curiously. “No why’d you do it?” “ Because I want you to graduate high-school and live a long adventurous life,” “Benny your the only real friend I’ve ever had,” I said greatfully. This is how I made my first friend at O’Neill High School.