A/N: Oneshot/drabble for PhannieMay challenge Day 2! The prompt was: Flying. Hope you guys like it! Let me know in the reviews
Flying
"Just shut up! You don't know anything!" I yell, slamming the door shut behind me.
Without thinking, and barely breathing, I change into my ghost form and blast off into the sky.
Up high above the clouds, it's freezing.
I let out a breath, trying to release some of my anger.
Flying has always been my go-to stress relief. But tonight I'm just so angry. My parents are at it again. Their annual Christmas fight.
'Santa, no Santa.' Who the hell cares anymore?
My parents constant fighting, coupled with a few more ghost fights has left me frazzled tonight.
I fly around town, just trying to relieve some of my stress.
After a while, I start to think about it. I'm not really angry about my parents' stupid fight. That happens every year.
No, I'm angry because of everything going on this week.
I'm ticked off because the gift I wanted to buy Sam, the one that I saved up for all year, was sold out. And because Jazz won't lay off me now that she's back from college for winter break.
I'm mad because Tucker won't stop making fun of me when I get hurt from ghost fighting. I'd like to see how his skinny ass would handle being knocked around every day.
I'm mad because Lancer gave me a C- and told me that I wasn't really putting forth an effort. I frickin' slept through the test because I was up all night fighting ghosts!
I take a breath after remembering that. I'm still not over it.
I'm also ticked off because my parents never understand me when I try to tell them that they have no idea what it's like growing up.
They tell me that they remember what it was like to be young. Yeah? Did they have ghost powers when they were my age? What about ghost fighting parents who they constantly had to look out for and hide from?
No? I didn't think so.
I exhale and realize I've flown around Amity Park three times. It's been at least an hour, maybe more.
I'm tired. I roll my shoulders. I should probably go home…
But, maybe just one more time around Amity Park.
I'd forgotten how relaxing this could be.
And, maybe…just maybe I can feel some of my anger starting to ebb away.