lol. So, I'm ahead in most of my stories, and decided to start a new fic to replace "Memoirs of McLain," which I ended up deleting thanks to severe writer's block. I hope you find this as funny as I have (well, it doesn't get really funny until the next chapter), and reviews are greatly appreciated! Enjoy…
"Uh, Dad? Is there anything to drink here that has nothing to do with ghosts?"
Jack frowned. "Well, there's water, but I don't see why you'd want to drink that junk when you can have some…" He whipped out a drink that was contained in a green can. "Fenton Soda!"
Danny rolled his eyes and grabbed a water bottle from the fridge. "Kazazza Water? Are you sure this has nothing to do with ghosts?"
"Yes," Jack said in a disappointed voice. "But if you want some Fenton Soda…"
"I won't hesitate to ask," Danny replied sarcastically and walked away.
Danny passed by Jazz's room where she was busy studying chemistry. Danny couldn't believe his sister sometimes. It was Saturday, and Jazz had already finished all of her weekend homework on Friday afternoon. Now she was studying chemistry for fun?
Danny shivered. The sheer thought of doing homework creeped him out, much less actually enjoying it.
Danny usually got his homework done on Fridays, too. Except usually that homework is due days before. He couldn't help it, though, with all of the stupid ghost attacks.
That was troubling: more and more ghosts have been attacking lately and he couldn't figure out why. Not only was fighting ghosts physically exhausting; it was mentally draining as well.
"Hey Danny," Jazz said as she looked up from her experiment.
"Um, hey. What are you doing?"
Jazz beamed. "I'm testing deficiencies of the atomic compounds that make up the unique structures of the valence electron rings in the atoms of ectoranium. The scientific method isn't working to find the correct balance of the nucleus in the molecules, though."
Danny stared blankly.
Jazz sighed that 'you're so obviously not as brilliantly intelligent as me' sigh. "I'm trying to figure out how ectoranium works."
"Oh. Sounds fun," Danny lied and took a sip of the Kazazza Water.
Jazz grimaced. "Are you drinking that Kazazza Water? That stuff tastes awful!"
"Actually, I kind of like it. Probably tastes better than Fenton Soda, anyways."
Both siblings were repulsed just by thinking of how it might taste.
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………break………...
That night, Danny was tossing and turning in bed. Something wasn't right, but he couldn't figure out what it was. He kept waking up, but he forced himself to try an get back to sleep.
He felt cold, and his ghost sense kept going off, but he ignored it. He was too tired tonight to have to deal with ghosts.
The next morning, Danny woke up feeling like crap. He had gotten three, maybe four hours of sleep the entire night, and he knew that he'd be dragging in school today.
He couldn't even open his eyes- he was so sleepy- so he got ready for school with his eyes closed.
He grabbed his backpack and began walking down the stairs- slowly- and didn't even worry if he was late for school.
Just as he was about to open the front door, he heard Jazz scream.
If you've never read any of my stories, then you are probably unaware that I am obsessed with cliffies. However, if you have read some of my other stories, then this is just the usual for you. For that Jazz-ish moment, please pardon me if I wrote some things that didn't make sense. I suck at chemistry (probably worse than Danny) but I wanted a Jazz-ish moment in this chapter, so there it was. Oh, and I'm sorry this was so short, but this is a prologue, and most prologues aren't very long anyways.
I hope you enjoy the upcoming chapters, and try to remember my catch phrase: "More reviews equal faster updates. Fewer reviews equal slower updates." Thanks for reading!