Amelia said that afternoon. “School recess can be fun now.” We sat together on a bench at the edge of the playground. Well, Amelia sat, and I floated. “I can eat my ordinary chips,” Amelia said as she crunched, “and you can eat your ghost chips, and—” “But, Amelia, you’re crying.” “School is horrid,” Amelia said, and she blew her nose on her left braid. “It needn’t be, now that we’re friends.” Amelia shook her head. “There will always be bullying in this world, Humphrey, no matter who you’re friends with.” “Bump them, like how I taught you.” “There are some bullies who just can’t be bumped.” “I’m not afraid of any bully,” I said, and I munched another creepy chip. Amelia frowned, then looked at me and said, “You’d be afraid of this bully.” “Why? Who is he?” “The headmaster.” I laughed, spilling chips down my blazer. “I bumped the Ghost Headmaster at Ghost School. No one bullies Humphrey Bump.” “Didn’t you get into trouble?”
