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"Hey, who's the new girl?" Tucker asked almost immediately.
I rolled my eyes. "Really, do you have to ask that?" I snapped angrily.
"Bad fist encounters?" Sam asked.
"Try catastrophic," I corrected. "She's Vlad's freaking daughter."
"Ouch," Sam and Tucker chorused.
Tucker took another glance at her. "Yeah, I can see the family resembelance," he stated. "The whole princess-thing is kind of weird, though." I found myself looking at her again, and realized that she was, in a way, wearing a modern take on a dress that Sleeping Beauty would wear. It was a mid-calf length dress with short sleeves making it look a bit like a 'fancy sundress' as Tucker put it. Her hair was down, but behind her shoulders, and she was wearing a golden headband that looked like a tiara if you saw it in the right light. Her shoes consisted of pale pink ballet flats.
"Well, at least there's no way that Sam will decide she needs more girl friends and befriend Mika," I said.
"Interesting name," Sam brought up.
"Short for Jenika," I stated, really not wanting to talk about the spawn of my arch enemy.
Taking the hint, Sam said, "I heard Lancer's giving a pop quiz today."
"Yay," I replied sarcastically, though Tucker was still staring at Mika. "Tucker!"
"What?" he asked. "She's hot, therefore you can't blame me." I rolled my eyes and hit him on the back of the head. I glanced over to Mika briefly and saw her talking to Paulina and Star, most likely about hair or something ridiculous like that. We walked off to class (thankfully, not Mr. Lancer's class) and took our seats. It was one of those blow-off electives that you can count on nearly every high school student at Casper to take, for there was never any homework, the lesson plans were paper-thin, and the tests were pretty much 'Just shut up for fifty minutes. If you can do that, you get a 100'. What class was it, you ask? Home Ec.* Upon my arrival, I groaned. I saw Mika sitting at a table with Paulina, Star, Dash, and Kwan.
"Can I ever get away from her?" I asked rhetorically.
"Danny, it's one class in a school with a graduating class of about three hundred,"** Sam reasoned. "It's more likely than not that she'd have at least one class with you. It's not like she's in all seven of your classes and study hall."
"You do realize that by saying that, you jinxed him," Tucker quipped. We sat down at our regular table, and the teacher, Mrs. Duncan, began to explain that we had to bake and frost a cake for our assignment for the day. We all promptly broke into our groups, consisting of Me, Sam and Tucker in the Apple Kitchen, Dash, Kwan and Mikey (poor guy) in the Pasta Kitchen, Lester (or was it Nathan?), Valerie (once again, poor guy... er, girl), and Brianna in the Salad Kitchen, and Paulina, Star, and Mika in the Gingerbread Kitchen, which, just my luck, was right next to the Apple Kitchen. Did I mention that Mrs. Duncan named the four kitchens after her favorite foods? I'm telling you, that woman was psychotic.
All the girls in the room were forced to readjust their hair into ponytails before washing their hands, whereas Tucker and I got started, Tucker pulling out the kitchen utensils, and I getting the ingridients from the supply table. Mika arrived there shortly after me. I could only guess that she got the assignment of chef. In each group, there was a chef, an assistant chef, and a manager, who was more like a waiter/busboy. I was the chef, Tucker was the manager, and Sam was the assistant chef. From what I could gather, Mika was the chef, but I couldn't tell whether it was Star or Paulina who was the assistant chef, for Mika was working so quickly that it took both the other girls had to take on the job of the manager to keep up. Did this girl have to be perfect at everything? Was she in ROTC and a straight-A student as well?
"Actually, I am not in ROTC," she explained. "I don't even know what that is. As for the A-student, I have thusfar managed to get high Bs in my homeschooling."
Darn, forgot about that power. "So what all powers do you have?" I asked as she started frosting the cake, whereas I was pulling mine out of the oven. When I set it on the cooling rack, I realized I was slightly behind the schedule I was supposed to be at (then again, so were the Pasta and Salad Kitchens) so I used my ice powers to cool it down enough to frost.
She chuckled slightly. It was safe to talk, seeing as Sam and Tucker knew, and Paulina and Star had given up and were sitting at their kitchen's table, waiting to be served. "I have all the basic powers of a ghost: flying, intangibility, invisibility, ghost rays and shields. The usual. Plus I have mastered duplication, cryo and pyrokinesis, telepathy, and healing," she explained.
"Huh," I replied. "Pretty impressive. Got any other powers?"
"Nope."
Darn.
"Why?" Mika asked. "You have only showed animosity to me so far. Why would you want me to have more powers?"
"Erm... n-nothing," I replied. A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J, K, L, M, N, O, P. Q, R, S, T, U, V, W, X, Y, and Z...
Mika laughed slightly and continued frosting her cake. By the time class ended, most of the cakes were... utter disasters. The Pasta Kitchen didn't even get theirs out of the oven, the Salad Kitchen's was half-frosted, mine was poorly frosted, and yet, the Gingerbread Kitchen easily finished, not only eating the cake, but cleaning up as well. What the heck was that girl's secret?
Mika's POV
I let out a gasp as a wave of energy hit me. It was not exactly a wave of energy that would throw me out of my seat, but it was a mental wave. I raised my hand. "May I go to the bathroom?" I requested. About half the class snickered as teenagers would, one even making a ridiculous comment about the 'princess'. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. If only they knew the truth.
My math teacher nodded, and I left the room, practically running down the hallway once I was out of view of the room. I ran down a flight of stairs to the basement and grimaced as I saw rows and rows of meat. Then, I found what I was looking for.
"Estas mia ŝultro. La doloro estas neeltenebla," the wolf-like ghost complained.
"Don't worry," I replied calmly, easily understanding the ghost. "I will help you." I saw a glowing green knife lodged into the ghost's shoulder and pulled it out. I fished a sewing kit out of my invisible pocket (and by invisible, I mean hard to see, not truly invisible) and sewed up the wound. "There you go," I smiled, and the ghost smiled back.
"Dankon," he said.
"You're welcome," I replied simply. "Now go back to the Ghost Zone. You'll be fine."
Ta-da! Chaper 2 is done!
We realized that a lot of OC stories have Danny immediately being friends with the other halfa, despite Vlad being his/her father. Now, Danny's a bit stubborn and not very open-minded, so I figured that he would not like Mika because she's Vlad's daughter. His views of Mika being a "princess" are supposed to be semi-true because of the way she's used to dressing and how Vlad has allowed her to dress due to his lavish lifestyle. In other words, Vlad spoils his daughter like most fathers do, but that does not necessarily mean that she's spoiled.
*We've both taken home ec and know that it's not always just easy, but it's Danny's POV, and his ideas about the class.
** In one episode, Danny said that there were about 150 girls in the grade. Jordan and I just doubled it to get a class of three hundered.
