"Álvaro. Dead since graduation night. Bus crash on the way to the party. These are the others: Ángela, Jorge, María, and—"
He snuck in props—a cap, a diploma printout, a boombox. He convinced (or bribed) the janitor to look the other way. One by one, each ghost faced their fear. Jorge confessed to a sleeping security camera. Ángela belted a Whitney Houston song into a mop handle. María loudly told a mannequin to shut up. mshahdt fylm Ghost Graduation 2012 mtrjm
Modesto stood alone in the empty room. On the chalkboard, someone had written: "Best teacher ever. Thanks for seeing us." "Álvaro
But Álvaro froze. "What if she says no? We're ghosts. It doesn't matter." These are the others: Ángela, Jorge, María, and—"
"Another new teacher?" said a boy spinning a basketball that didn't quite touch the floor. "Great. He'll run away by Friday."
The Unseen Class
Modesto surprised himself. He didn't run. "I'm Modesto. What's your name?"