Greetings to all!
I found this in an old folder.
And seeing as I have have hit total writer's block in everything else I'm working on, I figured I'd just post this.
Lemme know what you think.
First DP Fic. WHOO!
Danny ran around his room, throwing stuff around as he searched for his school stuff.
It figures that the only time the ghosts left him alone long enough to do his homework, he loses his backpack.
He threw a rolled up sock over his shoulder. It was soon followed by an old sweatshirt and a pile of loose papers, sending the pages fluttering about.
"Where could it possibly be?" He groaned.
"Maybe if you cleaned your room every once in a while you'd be able to find things more easily."
Danny jumped and looked around to see his best friend, Sam Manson, standing in his bedroom doorway.
"My goodness, Sam! You scared me half to death!" He exclaimed.
Sam smirked.
"So are you ¾ dead now?" She asked.
Danny glared at her, but she just ignored it.
"So, you ready to go to school?"
"No," Danny replied. "I can't find my backpack anywhere."
"If you kept this place clean, you'd be able to find things easier," Sam repeated.
"So you've said, but when am I supposed to find the time to clean this place?" He shot back. "Between ghosts and school I barely even have time to sleep anymore!"
"True, but if you took the two seconds to put something away after you are finished using it, it would save you plenty of time late," Sam countered. "And eventually everything would be put away."
"How does that work?" Danny asked, the concept of organization being foreign to him.
"You wouldn't waste time looting your room looking for stuff," Sam explained. "For example, if you had put your backpack away, you wouldn't be looking for it now, and we wouldn't be late for school…AGAIN. And say you put your sneakers away every time you take them off, and so on. Eventually everything will be put in its place, and so long as it goes back when you are done, you won't have this problem."
"You sound like Jazz…" He muttered. "Now stop lecturing me and help me look, or we'll even later."
Sam laughed.
"It's by the door downstairs," She said. "I saw it on my way up."
"Why didn't you say so?" Danny whined. "Now we're going to be late for school."
"You would have found a way to make us late anyway," she countered. "So why not try to teach you a lesson about organizational skills and tidiness in the process?"
Danny grumbled incoherently.
Sam laughed again.
"Come on, ghost boy. Tucker's waiting for us downstairs."
"Alright," Danny replied. "Just give me a minute to find my jacket."
Coming in at less than 500 words, this is my shortest one yet!