Chapter One-Missing Him
It had been two years and 36 days since I had last seen Danny. After going into the ghost zone and never coming back we haven't given up hope that he may come back. I think Tucker suffered the most when he disappeared. Not that I wasn't sad but Tucker had lost the only other real friend he ever had.
Every day we sent him a message on Boo-merang, telling him how much we missed him and what we've been up to. We never got a message back but the 'messaging system' always came back with out the paper.
We liked to think that some random ghost didn't take it but our Danny really got it.
Only his parents knew what really happened to him. All the others just thought he got excepted to some boarding school for all the fancy-pantsies. They said good riddance while we cried and missed him.
So now I walk into school to meet Tucker at his locker, I pass Danny's and I look at it, remembering all the stuff we did there.
But it's no time to live in the past, just the future. To hope and wish and maybe it will it come true.
Tucker sees me coming and grabs his books and slams his locker. As I open and grab the books out of my locker Tucker starts to speak.
"Heard anything yet?"
I shake my head. "Nope nothin'"
A look of disappointment comes over him. "Oh."
We head to class, passing all the jocks and popular kids that have no care in the world except what they look like and who their friends are.
We enter the room and take our seats next to each other. We take out our homework and just sit back, thinking but not really thinking.
The rest of the class went exactly like every day did.
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Tuck and I drop our books off and head to the cafeteria. We both walk into the lunch line and I grab a simple salad while Tucker gets a hamburger and fries.
"So how long has it been?" he asks when we sit down.
"How long has what been?" I ask even though I know what he means.
"How long he's been gone," he clarifies. "Come on, Sam, I know you keep count."
He was right, I did. "Two years and thirty six days."
He nods. "Seems longer."
"Yeah."
We eat in silence, just like every day. We don't waste our breath on conversation since it usually revolves around Danny. It's the same at home too, for each of us. We can't talk to others about normal stuff because it never happens. We don't do anything normal or important enough to talk about. So we just keep quiet and say nothing.
Or try small talk.
"Is that a new shirt?" Tucker asks.
I look down at my new corset, with buckles, purple lace, and zippers on the black base.
I nod and say, "Yeah it is."
That ends the conversation for the period and we don't speak again till we partner up in English for the packet.
Just like every day.
