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"Casper High is back in action …"
"… And doling out specters of epic proportions and trail mix variety …" contributed Sam Mason as she fished her Chemistry I book out of her locker. The lockers were discernibly alloy mutts of the lowest quality. His was filled to the brim with half-done school projects and distinctively reeked of M&Ms. But only the brown ones. Hers was filled with medieval knick-knacks, lipstick metal bands, and happy bunny stickers. Sam took the liberty of closing both their lockers with a satisfying click. The fluorescent lights gleamed off the tofu metal because his locker closed at a gleam-attractive slant … she glanced at his profile, it had been a while.
She smirked and sneered at the same time, portraying her Gothic mentality with a cornucopia of dark clothing and an attitude to match.
" … And I really needed the extra time to crash." Danny Fenton leaned against the cool metal and butchered his posture as he continued to grin-and-bare-it. "All the endless ghost fighting won't commit to curfew and nap time has suffered."
Tucker Foley sauntered toward them while classmates continued to roam the hall at ends with the delayed early bell. There was a wide range of attitudes toward the return to academics the new mayor was establishing. "Hey guys, how's been?"
"The mayor cut funding on tofu burgers, I'm starting a protest." Stated Sam.
"Some things never change … you're the same as always Sam, and you look … tired, Danny." Tucker thumb-wrestled his PDA like it promised to give him all the answers, and he would get seriously bent if it didn't.
"You don't look like you've changed much either." Danny muttered, "Sorry, I'm so tired I could pick a fight with an inanimate object right now."
A peer in a clique near the water fountain cried, "Ghost!"
Danny jumped and situated his unequipped hand to blast ethereal confrontation into any texture of spectroplasm. "Their talking about the new video game, Danny, stay chill." Tucker intervened.
"About the ghost situation …"
"What?!" Danny carried out the same maneuver.
"Danny!" Tucker and Sam cried in unison.
Danny regained his composure. "Uh, yes Vice Principle Lancer?"
Lancer regarded Danny with caution and then continued.: "About the ghost situation, is that the new shizzle," somehow Vice Principle Lancer always lapsed back to dated slang like a bad drug addiction. "I would like to know how long it will be dope and randy because some of your fellow classmates have chosen to take out their youthful vigor on my African violets." He held a pot of wilted purple clumps in his hands.
"I couldn't tell you, you might want to take it up with the populars though. They probably set an expiration date and a surrogate trend already."
"Probably right, have an educational and crunk day, homie Gs."
As Lancer tracked down his next victim Sam commented, "Good one Danny, you almost blasted Lancer's flowerpot with your imaginary lasers."
"Vice Principle Lancer should really look toward the populars for insights on petty trends like 'Ghost'." Tucker suggested to no one in particular.
"Twits like Paulina and Valerie Gray know all about, wait --isn't tech your area of expertise Tucker?"
"That's true, but 'Ghost' isn't true tech." Tuck stated. "It's just a cheap imitation of a video game some nowhere company made a decade ago."