Hey guys this is my first fanfic eva! I thought I'd start out wit a simple one shot just because I don't wanna start something and find out im a terrible wrighter. I think I'm pretty good though ! Please review to help me become a better wrighter and hopefullymake a long term story!

I woke up from my dreamless sleep with a start. The house was stark silent and my ghost sense hadn't gone off either. It was much worse.

I couldn't breath right.

I sat up in bed, hoping it was only the fact that I had my hands and a wad of sheets resting on my chest.

Nope. Didn't help.

In and out. In and out. In and out. In and out. I told myself, hoping it would pass soon. I really didn't feal like digging it out again. I hadn't used it since the accident.

Nope. Didn't pass.

I mentally groaned as I reatched into the drawer of my nightstand. My fingers searching for the little white tube that housed another pressurized metal tube containing powdered relief. Once I grasped the cool, farmilliar plastic I began to shake it. (A/N: if you already know whats going on already add the word "doctor" to your review!)

I tooka deep breath in and let out any air possibly occupying my lungs. While doing this I stopped shaking the tube and took the cap off the mouthpiece. I placed my lips where the cap previously resided. As I took another deep breath I pressed down on the metal part sticking out from the top. The contense of the container spilled out, only tobe taken in again by me.

I removed the plastic from my face and held the breath in my lungs, letting the medicen spread throughout my respratory system, taking effect immediately. I counted the seconds as they went by, still holding my breath.

10 seconds…

15seconds…

20 seconds…

When I reached 50 seconds I let the pent up breath excape my lips, leaving all the medicen in my lungs. For good measure, I repeted the process once again. The elephant standing on my chest had finally evaporated.

The next morning at the bus stop, Sam and Tucker noticed the dark circles under my eyes due to being woken up by my tensed up lungs in the middle of the night.

"Did another ghost attack last night?" Sam asked, sounding more like a mother than a best friend.

"Ooh, ooh, ooh! Was it Skulker? Vlad? Oh, wait, I know! The Box Ghost!" Tucker shrieked with the exctiement of a 5-year-old on Christmas.

"There was no ghost, guys," I reassured them, "just don't take breathing for granted ok?"

"Um, o-kaaaay?" they said in confused unison. After that, not another word was said. They didn't know I had Athsma, and they never would. No one but my parents knew that I needed medication just to breath right.

And that's just how it needed to be.

So how'd u guys like it? Like I said it was my first fic eva so I rly need reviews on this! I'm serious bout wrighting and wanted to use this sight to test and improve my skillz! I got a billion ideas buzzing around in my head so I'll have more stuff out soon!