Danny rolled over in his bed and groaned when he saw the time. He had to get ready for school, but the pounding headache he had was almost crippling. He felt sick and his skin buzzed as if alive- Danny hadn't felt like this since he first went ghost.
'Danny, honey, where are you?' Maddie Fenton yelled up at him. The question was soon followed by the sound of her footsteps ascending the stairs. 'Danny?'
His bedroom door opened, but Danny was facing in the opposite direction. Maddie walked across the room to wake him. 'Danny, it's time for school. Now, I don't know what's gotten into you, but your sister left almost half an hour ago… Are you OK?'
Danny groaned in reply, not opening his eyes to the harmful rays of light streaming through his window. 'I don't feel so good.'
Maddie quickly placed her hand on his forehead. 'You feel alright,' she told him. 'Now get downstairs before your father eats all the breakfast.'
Danny still wouldn't open his eyes. He let out another groan and buried his face in his pillow. Maddie's footsteps retreated to the kitchen.
'Jack!' Danny heard her exclaim. 'What are you doing?'
Danny couldn't hear his father's reply, but, soon after, a loud crash echoed through the whole house. Danny sat up quickly in surprise, and leapt out of bed. He rapidly made his way to the kitchen, standing behind the doorway so that neither of his parents would be able to see him. His thumping heart slowed when all he could see were a couple of broken plates. No ghosts.
Already halfway back up the stairs, Danny felt there was something missing. He stopped and looked around vaguely.
'Danny, my boy, good to see you awake!' Jack Fenton boomed from the base of the stairs. Danny spun around sharply. 'Maddie told me that you weren't feeling your best.'
So that's what I couldn't think of, Danny thought. My headache's gone.
'Y-yes,' Danny stammered. 'I feel better now; I should get ready.' He pointed to his bedroom.
Jack beamed. 'Excellent idea, Danny!'
'Thanks,' Danny murmured unenthusiastically, already heading towards his door. He was already late for school.