Disclaimer: I don't own DP
My sister and I wrote this story together! I know I'm already writing Run but she insisted to write one together. So here it is!
It was early morning. Class has already started and the kids were watching the clock ticking away, staring at it as if somehow if they stared at it long enough it would reach three o'clock.
Mr. Lancer was calling out attendance in a monotonous drone. Monday mornings were always the worst.
"Daniel Fenton?" Lancer called. No answer. He looked up from his attendance list, "Fenton?" He called out once more. "Hmm. Abse--" He was cut off by the door bursting open.
"PRESENT!" Danny yelled, waving his arms while running into the room.
"Late, as usual Fenton," Lancer said, "I'll see you in detention."
"What but it wasn't my fault! I was fighting...err…. my locker! Cuz it wouldn't open!"
Lancer raised an eyebrow at him, "That's the same excuse you used on Friday. I'm sorry Fenton, but this time it won't work on me. I'll see you after school, no exceptions."
Danny huffed loudly, and angrily walked over to his desk. Sam leaned over to him,
"So what really happened this morning?"
Danny ran his fingers through his black hair, "That stupid box ghost! Apparently he 's still playing around with that stupid bubble wrap!"
Sam stifled a laugh. Danny sighed and began to take notes. After a minute though, his ghost sense went off.
"Oh man, not again!" Danny muttered.
"I'm the box ghost!" The blue ghost cried.
Danny turned his head to see the ghost in the back of the room, shuffling through the "lab" boxes.
Danny rolled his eyes, and from behind his back, Danny shot an ectoplasmic ray from his finger.
"Oof!" the box ghost cried as Danny's ray hit him square in the chest.
"Confound these boxes! I'll find another!" he cursed as he phased out of the room.
Danny sighed, if only he remembered to bring the Fenton Thermos. Danny then turned his attention back to Lancer. Another lecture about some random English author.
The bell rang and the kids zoomed out of the classroom. Danny reached for his backpack when Lancer called out, "Mr. Fenton, may I see you?"
Danny and Sam shared a look before Danny headed up to his desk.
"Yes sir?"
"Danny, I don't know what to say. I'm disappointed in you. At the beginning of the school year, you tried hard in this class. You managed to get a B or at rare times an A. But lately, you've been slacking. You haven't been turning in your homework, you're late for class, not to mention you sleep during my class. I know you may despise me but you are my student. If there is a problem, I need to know."
Danny shrugged, "Nothing, just regular teenage stuff, uh, you know, problems."
"With your hormones Mr. Fenton?"
Danny put his hands up, "No! Not that! It's just…I can't tell you."
Lancer stared at him, trying to figure something out. Then he let it go, "There is a mid-term this Friday, I assume you've been studying for it."
"A mid-term?" Danny gulped, "Oh, yeah, I have."
Lancer waved it away, "Its seventy percent of your grade Mr. Fenton. If you don't pass this class then…"
Danny pressured him, "Then, what?"
"I'm going to hold you back."
TBC