AN: This might be a two-shot, I have another concept for this idea, we'll see
I tossed and turned in my sheets. They wound around me and I just couldn't manage to sleep. A shrill squeaking could be heard through the paper-thin wall.
"SHUT UP!" Someone yelled from down the hall. I couldn't tell if it was Jazz or one of my parents. When Jazz had asked for a bird for Christmas, I was certain this wasn't what she'd imagined.
Resigned to my fate, I shoved the covers off. The pooled in a heap on the carpet, but I couldn't bring myself to care. Bleary-eyed and exhausted, I went to the wall that separated his room from Jazz. I had no motivation to actually walk through a door-way and instead walked through the wall.
My blood-shot eyes searched the room until the landed on the newest nuisance. The bird was a 'budgy.' It had blue feathers, with some lighter and darker tufts here and there. It resided in a shiny, metal, square cage in the corner next to Jazz's door. The pink walls contrasted highly against the bird's feathers, making it blatantly clear where the bird was as soon as I stepped in. Tangibility returned to my limbs and I rubbed my arms. The tingly feeling was not unwelcome or foreign, but that didn't mean I liked it at 2 in the morning. The bird's screeches started to die down as soon as its eyes met mine. They were a deep black, and most would describe them as looking soulless. Instead of its unearthly screeches, it started cooing, wanting my attention. I let my eyes leave the attention-craving bird and searched for my sister, who was severely lacking in her care-taking. She was sleeping soundly, snoring a bit. Anger flared in my chest at her lack of responsibility as I heard a shout of;
"Thank god!" from down the hall.
'More like thank Danny,' I thought. 'Because Jazz sure wasn't gonna take care of it.'I titled my head softly and spotted a pair of earplugs in Jazz's ears. I was about to pull them out and give her a piece of my sleep-deprived mind when a shiver rolled down my spine. The temperature in the room dropped a few degrees, and I saw blue wisps of air float from my mouth as I gasped.
'Just great,' I thought. I paused for a moment and heard snores begin to erupt from down the hall. They lead me to assume that the yells had been Dad's, as Mom usually wore earplugs to block out Dad's snoring. I made a feeble attempt at rubbing away my forming headache before deciding I could wait no longer. With a deep breath and a change in stance, I let out what seemed like a yell in the quiet house. instead, it was really just like saying something normally.
"Going ghost!" I took off into the sky.