Antimony
By: Anthiena
Disclaimer: This makes me no money.
Note: AU. Antimony is a metal that is relatively soft and somewhat poisonous. Was once used in makeup. The alchemical symbol for antimony is also the symbol used today for Venus and for female gender.
Chapter 1: Moon
I thought it was going away-no random floating, no pants dropping, no sinking into the floor. Thank goodness it didn't seem to happen when I was asleep-no waking up under my bed or falling onto my bed. Yet. I just suffered through what every adolescent does and hated biology. At least I knew I still.. you know. Had it.
Do you really expect me to spit it out? Pfft. Well, anyway, I was just trying to forget what I'd seen. It was impossible, insane. The white hair? Green eyes? It couldn't have been real. Yet, by the time that time of the month was over, it was back with a vengeance. The weirdness, I mean. I had to get a hold of it, just so I wouldn't find myself blinking at my class from the freaking ceiling.
Sam had a bad idea-if I messed up on controlling my powers a certain amount of times, I'd have to run "The Gauntlet". Go to that... other me... and fly, phase and go invisible at the right times-and it would be different every time. The bright side of that is that I figured out how to use them on purpose.
That was something, I suppose. It was when one of those things showed up at my school over a stupid menu change that I figured it could be useful for things besides making me a freak. Why did I go into the stupid portal? Well, there's nothing I can really do about it. The second month had the same thing-weak for a few days and then strong for a couple before going back to... well, normal for me now.
I keep telling myself, Danny, this is your life now. All it does is make me want hit my head on my desk. Now, if those ghosts would ignore me when I'm on my period or in school-yeah, right. Not happening. The heck did you get yourself into, Danielle Fenton? Can't blame it on my parents or Sam, I chose to walk into it. Now, if only dad would get the clue that I will never, ever date Tuck or that jerk Dash, that will make life bearable. As if that'll happen.
