Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

If one were to want to keep a secret, they would hold it in for as long as they wanted. But once they started talking, they wouldn’t be able to stop.

The rebel ghost continued to speak. “I got the phone, and kept playing with it. I’d be gaming in and out of class, before I went to bed, even when I was eating or showering…”

Lilly said, ” ?

The weakling spirit asked for her, “How could you play while you shower? Wouldn’t water get into your phone?”

The rebel ghost said, “I’d just wash my lower body.”

The ghosts were speechless.

Lilly and Blake were speechless.

The image that appeared in their heads was truly something else.

“And then?”

The rebel ghost’s eyes flashed viciously. “One day I was about to surpass the game’s highest score! But at the very last moment, my dad grabbed the phone from me!”

His eyes were bloodshot, as he screamed, “What are you doing!”

His father responded with a slap to his cheek.

His face had swelled up from the pressure, and he had even lost a tooth. It was clear how hard of a slap that had been.

“I’d been a little scared at first, because Dad really looked like he wanted me dead… but Mom pulled him away, looking at my missing tooth. Both of them even get into a fight.”

His father had said that he would rather beat Hank to death. His mother insisted on talking it out calmly… how could he hit a kid like that?

“That’s right! I was their child, not their little puppet! Who did they think they were, beating me up and yelling at me whenever they wanted? It’s all Dad’s fault!”

“If it hadn’t been for him, I wouldn’t have been roaming the streets late at night and coming across an internet cafe. I wouldn’t have been addicted to them, either!”

ghost spoke, his

words. “Don’t be sounding all high-and-mighty there. You wouldn’t be nearly as cocky

dare to go further than

ghost scoffed, not

hardly said anything, but still obeyed when we fed

flush… oh, wait, he was dead. The rebel ghost’s

weakling spirit harrumphed.

at him. This ghost just seemed to be on his

“So time passed just like that. I spent all seventh

a small town like Novak City. All of Hank’s classmates had gotten into pretty good high

as far as to buying a house within the top schooling areas, and thus got

ten, and they did not live in a schooling

ended up in was quite the mess. Fights broke out all the time, and playing truant to

score of 30 for

spirit, having been to high school as well, found this hard to believe.

Even though my teachers didn’t care about me, what was I supposed to do? They refused to teach me themselves! I just wrote whatever I wanted, and didn’t write anything if I couldn’t

seven subjects. Even writing whatever you wanted would get you a

making up answers and guessing everything on the multiple choice questions would at least yield a score of

had only

ghost’s expression was ashen, and he did not

That was why he almost beat Hank to

too old to be getting beat up, wasn’t I? I was my own person, what

all my life, every time the slightest thing happened. Who did he think he was! Who the hell was he to rule my life! I’ll do whatever I want! I admit my results weren’t the best, but who was he to beat me

think about it! He could’ve just sent me to a better school if he was rich enough like

house in the top

I had gotten into a better school with better teachers, do you think

incompetence on me! He’s a coward,

in school under those surroundings? My dad didn’t do better

the school I went to! Everyone was going to the internet cafes, was I just supposed to not do so? You’d have been

shocked. Was this what a rebellious

daze. “What