The Haunted School

You walk over to another of your camp mates, a tall boy wearing black soccer pants and a Nike t-shirt. He has long, brown hair that keeps falling into his eyes as he leans over and adjusts his pack. Every few seconds he reflexively flicks his head to get his hair out of the way. He glances up at you, then looks away, avoiding eye contact. You ask, "Need some help?"

Still not making eye contact, he mutters, "I don' know you, pal. I don' wanna know ya."

You...