Amity Park, a nice place to live. Not for me it isn't.
I ran down the sunny streets trying to get as far away away as possible from the guys in white facility that I had been tortured, experimented on and imprisoned in for the past year before being noticed missing. I heard the giant clock in the centre of the town tick to
8am and I almost smiled remembering how school at Casper High started in about 45 minutes. My supernatural hearing allowed me to hear the sirens going of in the distance. Panic flooded my icy blue eyes and despite the steady flow of blood/ectoplasm trickling down my side, I ran faster. I started to notice that I was coming closer to school and was beginning to turn away when I heard the whirring of an ecto-blaster from above. Without slowing down I looked up and saw a pair of pristine white hovercrafts chasing after me. I turned in a split second decision and ran into the dusty smelling halls that I used to be so familiar with. I turned down corridor after corridor and didn't stop running until I ran into a muscly boy and his friend both wearing letterman jackets. I was just about to get away when I felt the blond jock grab hold of the back of my dark grey hoodie.
"Watch were you're going geek" he growled lifting me of the ground. I guess some people never change. I flinched as he changed his grasp on my clothes and made me face him.
"Who are you anyways?" he asked as he lifted up my head, breaking my staring contest with the ground and almost immediately after seeing my eyes dropped me to the ground. I hit the floor with a thud, the impact not reacting to my injuries very well.
"Fenton?!" gasped Dash taking a step back. I groaned in response, unable to form words with the unbearable pain in my side. I subconsciously curled in on myself when I realised that a large crowd of students had gathered around me in a semicircle.
"You've been missing for over a year!" yells the blond jock, then as if suddenly noticing my pain asks "are you okay?". When I don't respond I feel myself being lifted up from under my arms and thrown over his shoulder and then being rushed down the hall. The feeling was all to familiar and I immediately struggled to get away. Instead of letting me go he just held on tighter and ran faster. Running out of options fast, the only escape that I could see possible for me was to use my ghost powers. I went completely limp in Dash's grip and and phased through him and stood on the ground behind him, turning tangible. The last thing I saw before passing out was the shocked faces of my former classmates.