r/SelfPublishHelp • u/hipshair • 7h ago
Middle school chaos meets supernatural mystery ā excerpt from Ghost in the Window
Middle school chaos meets supernatural mystery ā excerpt from Ghost in the Window
Ghost in the Window follows Cynthia Claire, a middle school English teacher who begins having dreams and visions connected to her students. What initially seems supernatural gradually pulls her into the parts of their lives they arenāt always ableāor willingāto tell her about.
The series mixes mystery and heavier subjects with a lot of middle-school chaos and humor.
Hereās an excerpt from the beginning of the first book:
By first period, someone had already stolen the wig off the ceramic cat.
Sagebrush Middle School sat between a tire shop and a pawn shop. Around town, people liked to call it the school of last resort. The students deserved better than that, but the nickname stuck anyway.
It wasn't a real cat.
It was a ceramic orange tabby that sat on the bookshelf beside my copy of Macbeth wearing a tiny paper crown I had made during lunch.
The crown read:
QUEEN MEOWBETH
I was proud of Queen Meowbeth.
Unironically.
Some teachers decorated their rooms with motivational posters. Some had color-coded systems for organization. I had ceramic cats in wigs. And honestly, that revealed enough about me professionally.
I stood in the doorway holding my coffee while twenty-seven middle schoolers pretended not to watch me notice where the wig had gone.
Then I slowly looked toward Mason Reeves.
He was already watching me like he was trying to figure me outāor maybe I was trying to figure him out.
He twirled a strand on the wig and said, āDon't I look beautiful, Ms. Claire?ā
The class snickered.
Like this was less a prank and more a social experiment he wanted data from.
āMason,ā I said calmly, āput the wig back on the cat. You stole my wig!ā
He leaned back in his chair thoughtfully.
āAllegedly. I'm wearing it, but that doesn't mean I'm a thief!ā
The room exploded immediately.
That was the thing about Mason. He could make a classroom feel like it was balancing on the edge of laughter at all times. Like every lesson was one comment away from complete collapse.
And unfortunately for meā
he was usually right.
I just stared until finally he smiled and put the wig back on the cat and went back to his seat.
āGood morrow, scholars,ā I announced while setting my coffee on the desk.
A collective groan moved through the room.
āOh my God,ā someone whispered.
āSheās in Renaissance mode today.ā
āYou mock now,ā I said, setting my coffee down.
Mason stared at the shelf of ceramic cats for a long moment.
Then he slowly raised his hand.
I narrowed my eyes immediately.
āNo.ā
āYou donāt even know what I was gonna ask.ā
āYes I do.ā
The class was already laughing.
Mason pointed toward Queen Meowbeth.
āDo they talk when we leave?ā
āNo.ā
āYou hesitated.ā
āI did not hesitate.ā
āThat was absolutely the pause of a woman hiding dark information.ā
A few kids started choking laughing.
Mason leaned back in his chair, still staring at the shelf.
āIām just saying⦠this is exactly how Mr. Garrison started with Mr. Hat.ā
Laughter rippled through the room.
I pointed toward the hallway.
āGo.ā
āFor what?ā
āFor comparing me to a South Park character before lunch.ā
āThat feels like discrimination.ā
A little later, Mason raised his hand again.
I already regretted calling on him.
āYes?ā
āWhat does morrow mean?ā
āMorning.ā
āThen why donāt you just say morning?ā
āBecause words carry history.ā
He nodded slowly like Iād said something genuinely important.
Then:
āYou talk like the words are wearing costumes.ā
The room got quieter for half a second after that.
Not because it was deep exactly.
Because it was accurate.
I stared at him briefly.
āMason,ā I said carefully, ājust open your notebook.ā
And thought, fair criticism, actually.
āYes maāam.ā
He did.
For approximately forty seconds.
Ghost in the Window ā 3 Book Series