A maybe-one-shot based on a song of the same name by Blackbear. Tell me in the reviews if you want more because this was really enjoyable to write, if not then it can stay a oneshot. The design of Danny in this fic is sort of like Amethyst-Oceans designs of her older characters. Danny's outfit is just slightly baggier.
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I hate her. I hate her. I hate her.
She just straight up walked in and kissed him. I think there was even a bit of tounge sharing.
I'm done with this shit, so fucking done. We had actually had a relationship. A serious relationship.
But she had to go and stuff it up. Her smile just made me fall even more in love and her laugh sent a shiver up my spine of joy and excitement. She just made me so fucking happy.
But now all I get is a scowl or a smug smirk.
I'm sick of it all. From my parents neglecting me and Jazz going to college. Tucker got into some fancy tech-school so Sam was all I had left.
I was just so fucking done, I wanted to just be done with school and drama. I gave up on my dreams of NASA as soon as my 16th birthday. My grades were way too low and I can't stop fighting the ghosts. The ghosts have gotten more reckless as time has gone on and even more dangerous. Even the box ghost can probably severely break something. Maybe even kill someone.
I still love Sam, despite her cheating on me. But apparently her parents are sending her to a rich boarding school, and her new boy friend is coming with her. So I guess I'll be all alone for senior year, not that I wasn't gonna be alone even if she was here.
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A strung a few strings on the guitar. After Tucker left in the end of sophomore year I decided to go through the second basement too maybe bring up some happy nostalgia. Instead in all the junk I found an old guitar with some basic how-to-play-guitar books. There was a pick in there somewhere as well. So I taught myself.
On the particularly bad days (nearly everyday was bad, but some days were worse than others) or when I was bored in general I went down and played.
Some days I found myself singing, until I had a few songs I would play every time I picked up the guitar.
In the back of the book there was a write-your-own-song section so I wrote them there.
On the day she broke up with me I wrote a song, whenever I was feeling sad or angry, basically any negative emotion, I would play it.
Today had been the day Sam left to the boarding school, and Maddie had yelled at me about grades today.
So, I sang.
Do-re-mi-fa so fucking done with you girl
So fucking done with all the games you play
I ain't no tic-tac-toe
Said the X and O's on another note I'm ghost
Do-re-mi-fa so fucking done with you girl
Said the X and the O's on another note I'm ghost
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Skulker had decided to chase me for the entire night, while the box ghost completely destroyed the mall. So I'm running on pure caffeine and will power to at least attend school. Even though I'm technically the tallest in the school, I wear baggy clothes and slouch so I still seem like the dorky teen I'm supposed to be. Battling dangerous ghosts for years does build up a fine collection of scars with a slight sic pack that's unrecognisable under the baggy shirt and jacket.
"HEY FENTINA!"
Dash. He ran up behind me in the hall. "CATCH THIS!"
Stupid Dash. I turned around and caught the baseball just as it was about to hit. I tilted my head to the side and scowled, I stretched into my full height. Did I forget to mention ghost puberty gives you fangs? Because that's what happens. My eyes glowed the toxic green of the most powerfully charged ectoplasm. He was about to start laughing with the rest of the jocks at 'stupid Fentina' when they turned to look at me. As soon as everyone noticed the usually loud hall went completely silent.
In the silence I took the baseball, pulled my arm back, and threw. I had charged it with ectoplasm so it was a ball of flaming green. And it was heading straight towards Dashes head.
