BOY WHO CRIED WOLF

Summary: After a while, they stop believing you


The day started out perfect. Danny woke up to his alarm, refreshed from a night of uninterrupted sleep. No ghost attacked him on his way to school and he made it through all of his first class. And yet...

"Mr Lancer?" he'd waited for a lull in his teacher's speech to raise his hand and be pointed at.

Mr Lancer sighed, "What is it, Mr Fenton?"

"May I be excused?" he asked, trying not to wince as he put a slight emphases on the word 'may'. He didn't need a repeat. His teacher sighed again.

"Mr Fenton, for all the times you ask to go, I hardly think you ever leave to use the facilities," Danny felt his heart skip a beat, fearing for his secret. Surely Lancer didn't know? And this time, he thought with a burst of indignation, he actually had to go! "So, no, you may not be excused."

With that, he went on teaching, leaving Danny to sit in his seat, fidgeting.

He wondered if he'd make it to the bell.