Ghostbuster

Teacher skipped me sitting last right corner and called a student
opposite side corner to read the print next. A comrade sitting before me
turned her hey-you're-passed!-face to me. I smiled to her with yes-I-
was-ignored-face. Answers continued last to first of left raw table and
again right raw from first line. Now we were beginning a new chapter of
the text. About a ghostbuster. The teacher skipped me reading the text
again.

“Hey Teacher.”
“Ah, any questions?”
“You skipped me”
“Sorry?”
“I’m a ghost?”

“No, only you are a ghostbuster. We're all ghosts.”