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The halls of Casper High were silent like Death. Death was the entire reason for their silence, for something had been killing the students. The death rate in the school was so high that the Teachers had to write the names for attendance in pencil. Mr. Lancer walked to the front of a silent class. Yes, it was a dream come true, but he hated it. "Ok class," he said looking at the pale faces of his students. "Who died today?" There was a long uneasy silence before a few hands rose into the air. Mr. Lancer quickly erased three or four names off the list. It was getting out of hand. Too many people were dying for no reason. "Just do whatever for the entire class." Mr. Lancer grumbled. It was a pathetic sight. He had so few students! It was the dream assignment: Do whatever. But the students just looked at each other a mix confusion, fear, sadness spread across their face. The death rate was alarming and no one knew who would be the next to go. After what seemed like an eternity the bell rang for lunch. Samantha Manson, Danny Fenton, and Tucker Folly got up slowly from their seats. They were a trio who were unusually aware of the supernatural. It was frightening this puzzle had them baffled. Sam moved behind the seat of another student, tapping the confused girl on the shoulder.
"Come on Lizzy." Sam said softly. The girl looked up confusion shone in her unusual silver eyes. Sam tried to give her an encouraging smile but it was useless. There was nothing that she could say, this mystery was too weird, too paranoia igniting, too...too everything.
"I don't understand." Lizzy said her voice contained a British accent. "Is this a typical day for American schools?" Sam shook her head quickly tears flew from her eyes.
"It's not a very good time right now Liz." Lizzy nodded still confused. She stood up picking her books off her desk. She walked ahead of Sam toward her locker. Sam hung back with Danny and Tucker.
"That's your cousin?" Tucker asked amazed. "She doesn't look a thing like you!" Sam smiled she knew it was true. Lizzy bent down her long dark brown hair fell into her face. She was taller then Sam and, Sam hated to admit it, smarter. Her cousin did pick up a few of her traits though, she wore all black; she was sportier so her outfit was different. Sam looked at her cousin amused, she looked like something right out or The Matrix or the X- files.
"Come on Lizzy we'll be late to lunch." Danny laughed. Sam grinned up at him; she loved her friends dearly and at first objected to having to share them with her younger cousin. Back then she didn't realize how lost her cousin would have been without the help of her or Danny or even Tucker. Lizzy finally caught up with the others. "So how are you liking America?" Danny inquired trying to start up a conversation. He was only trying to fill up the ghostly silence in the halls.
"It's spooky." Lizzy said flatly. "Everyone here is so paranoid, it's weird. I don't understand. I knew it'd be a bit different from London but this is ridiculous." Sam shook her head. She knew Lizzy was right but she couldn't help what was happening. The conversation ended as they entered the lunchroom. There was a short line; too short for anyone to enjoy it. They got their food and sat down leaving Lizzy to argue with the cafeteria lady.
"It's not a ghost." Danny said softly. He couldn't talk any louder; with the lack of students the noise level had noticeably decreased.
"Well then what?" Tucker asked twirling the straw in his soda absentmindedly. "What can be killing these kids?"
"It's not just kids." Danny said solemnly. "Adults too. Mrs. Jones died last week. And you can't forget Mr. Walker."
"Or Mrs. McDonald, Mr. Wrensford, Mr. and Mrs. Robinson, Mrs. Souther-" Sam began listing all the adults she could think of that had died under the same mysterious circumstances as the kids.
"Ok! Ok! I get the picture!" Tucker mumbled.
"But what we don't get is the most important thing! Who's been killing everyone?" Danny asked angrily.
"Isn't it obvious? Same things happened plenty of times. I figured you knew by now." Said a girls voice with a British accent. Lizzy sat down beside Danny. The three stared at her confused. "Ok, am I not speaking English?" she asked looking from Tucker, to Danny, to Sam then back to Danny.
"You KNOW?" Sam asked angrily. "Why didn't you tell us?"
"You never asked." Lizzy replied.
"But don't you think it was kind of important that we knew?" Sam asked. Lizzy shook her head.
"Not really. It's not like you'd believe me or anything." Lizzy said taking a bite of her food.
"We'll believe you," Danny said his voice showed nothing but kindness and willing to believe her.
"Well, forget it. I'm probably wrong anyway." Lizzy snapped. She got up and walked out. A few papers fell out of the pocket of her black coat. Danny picked them up unfolding them carefully.
"Drawings." He announced. He laid them across the table. The first was of a videotape, a TV, then a well, a girl with hair covering her face, a bloodshot red eye, and finally a ring of light. "This means something." Danny muttered. "We need to talk to her. To find out what exactly she knows."
The halls of Casper High were silent like Death. Death was the entire reason for their silence, for something had been killing the students. The death rate in the school was so high that the Teachers had to write the names for attendance in pencil. Mr. Lancer walked to the front of a silent class. Yes, it was a dream come true, but he hated it. "Ok class," he said looking at the pale faces of his students. "Who died today?" There was a long uneasy silence before a few hands rose into the air. Mr. Lancer quickly erased three or four names off the list. It was getting out of hand. Too many people were dying for no reason. "Just do whatever for the entire class." Mr. Lancer grumbled. It was a pathetic sight. He had so few students! It was the dream assignment: Do whatever. But the students just looked at each other a mix confusion, fear, sadness spread across their face. The death rate was alarming and no one knew who would be the next to go. After what seemed like an eternity the bell rang for lunch. Samantha Manson, Danny Fenton, and Tucker Folly got up slowly from their seats. They were a trio who were unusually aware of the supernatural. It was frightening this puzzle had them baffled. Sam moved behind the seat of another student, tapping the confused girl on the shoulder.
"Come on Lizzy." Sam said softly. The girl looked up confusion shone in her unusual silver eyes. Sam tried to give her an encouraging smile but it was useless. There was nothing that she could say, this mystery was too weird, too paranoia igniting, too...too everything.
"I don't understand." Lizzy said her voice contained a British accent. "Is this a typical day for American schools?" Sam shook her head quickly tears flew from her eyes.
"It's not a very good time right now Liz." Lizzy nodded still confused. She stood up picking her books off her desk. She walked ahead of Sam toward her locker. Sam hung back with Danny and Tucker.
"That's your cousin?" Tucker asked amazed. "She doesn't look a thing like you!" Sam smiled she knew it was true. Lizzy bent down her long dark brown hair fell into her face. She was taller then Sam and, Sam hated to admit it, smarter. Her cousin did pick up a few of her traits though, she wore all black; she was sportier so her outfit was different. Sam looked at her cousin amused, she looked like something right out or The Matrix or the X- files.
"Come on Lizzy we'll be late to lunch." Danny laughed. Sam grinned up at him; she loved her friends dearly and at first objected to having to share them with her younger cousin. Back then she didn't realize how lost her cousin would have been without the help of her or Danny or even Tucker. Lizzy finally caught up with the others. "So how are you liking America?" Danny inquired trying to start up a conversation. He was only trying to fill up the ghostly silence in the halls.
"It's spooky." Lizzy said flatly. "Everyone here is so paranoid, it's weird. I don't understand. I knew it'd be a bit different from London but this is ridiculous." Sam shook her head. She knew Lizzy was right but she couldn't help what was happening. The conversation ended as they entered the lunchroom. There was a short line; too short for anyone to enjoy it. They got their food and sat down leaving Lizzy to argue with the cafeteria lady.
"It's not a ghost." Danny said softly. He couldn't talk any louder; with the lack of students the noise level had noticeably decreased.
"Well then what?" Tucker asked twirling the straw in his soda absentmindedly. "What can be killing these kids?"
"It's not just kids." Danny said solemnly. "Adults too. Mrs. Jones died last week. And you can't forget Mr. Walker."
"Or Mrs. McDonald, Mr. Wrensford, Mr. and Mrs. Robinson, Mrs. Souther-" Sam began listing all the adults she could think of that had died under the same mysterious circumstances as the kids.
"Ok! Ok! I get the picture!" Tucker mumbled.
"But what we don't get is the most important thing! Who's been killing everyone?" Danny asked angrily.
"Isn't it obvious? Same things happened plenty of times. I figured you knew by now." Said a girls voice with a British accent. Lizzy sat down beside Danny. The three stared at her confused. "Ok, am I not speaking English?" she asked looking from Tucker, to Danny, to Sam then back to Danny.
"You KNOW?" Sam asked angrily. "Why didn't you tell us?"
"You never asked." Lizzy replied.
"But don't you think it was kind of important that we knew?" Sam asked. Lizzy shook her head.
"Not really. It's not like you'd believe me or anything." Lizzy said taking a bite of her food.
"We'll believe you," Danny said his voice showed nothing but kindness and willing to believe her.
"Well, forget it. I'm probably wrong anyway." Lizzy snapped. She got up and walked out. A few papers fell out of the pocket of her black coat. Danny picked them up unfolding them carefully.
"Drawings." He announced. He laid them across the table. The first was of a videotape, a TV, then a well, a girl with hair covering her face, a bloodshot red eye, and finally a ring of light. "This means something." Danny muttered. "We need to talk to her. To find out what exactly she knows."