And so...
The so-called 'phannie may' calendar.
While I dislike the name, it reminds me of certain financial firms (that I may or may not owe lots and lots of money to), I am still going to attempt the challenges. Some days may have nothing, some days may have several somethings.
Welp. Let's begin, shall we?
Bruises
Dash Baxter hoisted his favorite punching bag and slammed him against the lockers. Yesterday he'd missed football practice because this wimp Fenton bled when punched in the face. He'd gotten detention, detention of all things! Him! He didn't get detentions! Ever!
Dash pulled back his fist, ready to whale on Fenton as punishment for the detention Dash had to serve. But something clicked in the back of his mind as Fenton didn't flinch. No, he merely looked tired.
And the black eye from yesterday... It was... gone? Dash opened his mouth to accuse but stopped himself. He saw the bruises yesterday. He knew what he did to the wimp. He remembered the lecture he got from the school nurse, about how he'd broken the wimp's nose. But it was all... gone...
Something was very wrong here. Something that demanded an appropriate response. He brought his fist in with more force than strictly necessary, relishing the wimp's cry of pain. Fenton slid down the locker, holding his bleeding nose.
"I guess I just need to punch you harder to make it stick, don't I, Fentonio?" Dash mocked.
Danny growled up at Dash before sighing, falling back into uncaring compliance. Dash laughed. Gifts from the ghost zone were rare but this! An unbreakable nerd to take all his frustrations out on, this was the best ever.