Invisible Nothing
By: Wilona Riva
Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom.
Originally part of the "Woman of Years" collection. Summary: Jazz can see Danny, but no one else.
Invisible
"Morning, Mom; Morning, Dad; Morning, Danny," I cheerily greet my family, as I enter our sunny kitchen. I say sunny, cause Dad set up a sun lamp over the kitchen table that was emitting eerie green sparks.
"Uh, who, Jazzypants?" Dad asked, staring at me liked I'd grown two heads.
I stared back at my family. "Oh. My."
"If you finish that statement, Jazz," Danny teased. "Mom and Dad will think you're cracking up."
I swallowed. Danny was right, of course.
"Yes, of course, Danny," I answered, sitting down to the pancakes Dad, mercifully, had not scarfed them all up-excuse me-inhale. Mom could've married a vacuum cleaner and not have known the difference.
"Jazz, who are you talking to?" Mom asked, more than a bit concerned.
"No one," I mumbled.
"What is going on, Danny?" I hissed on the way to school. "Mom and Dad were acting as if you weren't there."
Danny shrugged. "Side effects from being a half-ghost, I guess."