Chapter 2

A cold day in late October and Ghost writer is cursing everything and everyone he can think of in his head. That damned female and her conditions, making him sit out in the cold. No not even sitting as he had to meticulously and slowly 'stalk' the cursed ghost child. All because of some ridiculous conditions.

Honestly the conditions themselves where not hard at all, it was the execution of them and their bane that was making this hard for the ghost author.

Rules to play by in their 'bet':

First condition, Ghost writer have to find conclusive evidence for his own claim regarding the ghost child on the last Christmas Eve. The evidence can be in whatever form or shape it want, as long as it proves his side of the tale and is possible to share.

Second condition, no direct interaction with the ghost child is allowed. Unless it is completely devoid of the Christmas Event. In other words, he is not allowed to gather evidence direct form the source, so he can't interrogate the child of the matter.

Third condition, he is not allowed to intervene in any ongoing events in the child's life. As if he wanted to do anything of the sort.

Forth condition, aside from the direct source he is allowed to use any other resource that he can think of. With the exception for his reality bending powers. His 'betting partner' want certainty that whatever evidence he shows will be authentic. Making Ghost writer growl at the notion that she indirectly accused him of being a cheater from the get go.

Fifth condition, and this is a stickler, no matter what he do Ghost writer most 'spy' on that ghost child for no less than two weeks and no more than two months to get all his evidence. And yes there is a must on actually paying attention to the child's ongoing life.

Which is the very reason why he is outside in ice cold weather, slowly following said child as he is making his way to school. And the only thing that had happen so far since the child left his home is that his friends had joined him on the way.

Honestly Writer wanted nothing more than to sit somewhere warm to either read a good book or maybe write one. But even with the both easy but also annoying agreements of condition came the agreed upon awards that Ghost Writer simply couldn't ignore. Especially not when it in all regards is a win win situation for himself no matter what he finds to show.

What happens if Ghost Writer wins, he gets his first Christmas poem back as if it had never been destroyed to begin with. And as a bonus he would also get his quantum keyboard back.

What would happen if he lost though is that, he would still get his book back, as she said as part of the agreed on bet. But he would not retrieve his keyboard back. Annoying seeing how the keyboard is also his property and it too, got destroyed by the ghost child. At least he would get his book back either the way, which is the important part. The keyboard had been powerful but it had only been an inductor for his own ability.

An inductor he have already temporary replaced with the old fashioned paper and pen. So even without that female's help he would someday be able to recreate that darn keyboard.

Stuck in his brooding Writer nearly missed as his temporary 'charge' or 'target', as he liked to see him as, swerved off the sidewalk and into school ground. Grumbling to himself Writer walks after, only to stop at the threshold of the school. He can't go in there. He is neither a student nor a teacher. And even if he were he would be found out the second he went in there by that child's 'ghost sense'. Or, well not 'immediately'.

But it was one thing to follow on the street and keep the necessary distance and one completely different when doing so in a building. And in a building with as many turns and corners as a school. That boy need less than a moment to know when another ghost is invading his space.

Growling the ghost author do think about turning away, when the condition floats up in his head. He is to stalk the child for at least two weeks, and while he do not have to do it twenty-four seven he have no doubt that the time being below three hour since starting would be way to little.

Cursing the world in general again, Writer makes his way in to the school. All while keeping a strong hold on his invisibility and occasionally intangibility when a student gets to close to him for comfort. Both efforts nearly turn into being useless when the alarm bell went off and gave him a slight spook.

Letting out a low growl between his teeth he notice that he no longer have a clue as to where the ghost child is. Perfect.

Having an easier time to move around with the halls now empty he no longer cared for his intangibility. He kept having it 'close to hand' but not a first priority, as he walk down the hall discreetly looking inside each door. Silently praying that he had not wandered outside the boy's detection and then in it again, setting it off.

He came up lucky when he shortly found which of the rooms the child was currently in and that he had not made a mistake so early in his spying. It would have been a nightmare to wait for a new moment to 'slip in' inside the boy's detection. It had been luck earlier that day that he showed up at the same time as another ghost. For once so had the box ghost gotten the roll as something else then a simple annoyance, not that Ghost Writer knew which ghost it was that had unwittingly helped him, nor did he care.

Looking at the blackboard to see what lesson the child was in he found it to be math as the teacher started to draw equations on it.

Having no interest in this subject Ghost Writer takes to sit down in the corridor, thanking the ghost zone that he thought of bringing along both a book to read and a notebook to write in. Taking out his book he settles down.

Though not even fifteen minutes later a request from inside the classroom alerted him to awareness.

"Can I go to the restroom?"

There were no questions about who that voice belonged to, Daniel Fenton. And shortly after that an annoyed confirmation had been given the boy came running out the room.

Having moved up to the ceiling just in case, the author observes as the child ran down the hallway, only to duck into the janitor closet near the end of it.

Annoyed at the child's behavior he moved closer. And was almost run into, or more like 'flown' into, by the same child, now in ghost form. Finally figuring out why the child had left his lesson Ghost Writer became wary. He hadn't been found out already had he?

Being as humanly, or ghostely, still as possible he held his invisibility alongside an unneeded breath as the child hovered. A clamor down the corridor set the child of that way and Writer was happy to let his breath go. That had been too close for his taste.

"BEWARE. FOR I AM THE BOX GHOST."

That certainly was an interesting thing to hear. Raising an eyebrow Writer flew down the way of the ruckus to find his target and the new ghost. A short man in a blue work overall. And likely one of the least impressive ghosts in the whole of the ghost zone. Ghost Writer had heard a few things about this one, known for being obnoxious and overall annoying, many considered it a near miracle if you had not met him. Which the Writer admittedly never had.

Still, the ghost is also known as harmless and for the most part useless. Not even Skulker sees any point in capturing this one. So Writer had to wonder, firstly what the idiot of ghosts is doing here, and secondly, why the child saw it necessary to leave his education for this.

"I WILL AVENGE FOR MY EARLIER FAILURE WITH THESE WOODED HOLDERS OF SCHOOL MATERIALS."

That answered his first question at least. No explanation for the boy yet on the other hand. And none got provided as the boy simply sighed, turned intangible when the boxes flew at him, followed by him pointing a… Writer paused at the object, a thermos? His confusion got cleared though as the child uncapped it and blue light came out, capturing the box ghost who was screaming vows of revenge.

Danny looked around himself and at seeing the hallway seemingly empty turned into his human form, not caring to hide first, and went back to his classroom. Never knowing of the ghostly writer following him up at the ceiling. A ghost who is silently judging him for his actions.

Back outside the classroom Ghost Writer, silently annoyed, as he returned to his book. Nothing more happened under that lesson and the school clock sounded for the first break. This time Writer did not get spooked by it but the sharp noise annoyed him as he turned invisible and hovered by the ceiling as the students started to walk out into the hallways.

Soon catching sight of his target he carefully keep a distance as he floats after him and his friends, who had joined him. They got as far as to three hallways down before someone called out behind them.

"Fentoad!"

Frowning Ghost Writer watches as the halfa turns around to face the bigger blond boy that is coming towards him. The new boy easily towered over the halfa as he practically showed a paper in his face. Writer can't see what is written on it but he can see the big red E on it.

"I got an E on my history test and I will use you to beat my frustration out on."

For a moment Ghost Writer feel confused before a feeling of incredulity arouse in its stead. He has no idea what the human child think he is doing nor how he possibly could win a fight against the ghost child. Writer expects this to be over shortly as the bigger boy rapidly gets closer. Only to see the halfa turn on his heels and sprint down the hallway. What?

Befuddled the ghost watches as the blond boy start the chase of the halfa, yelling threats as he goes. Not knowing what else to do Writer follows from above. The three goes down twists and turns with the halfa in what look to be panic, the blond jock obviously angry, and the ghost who is unsure if he should continue to be confused by the halfa's behavior or annoyed by it. If he only face the other child he could have this ridiculousness over in seconds and not run the chance of being late for his next class. Something that is looking more and more likely to happen.

Does he really care that little for his own education?

It was by one of the janitor's closets that things came to a halt, Danny hadn't counted on the group of people that would pass by nor the janitor swapping this particular space of floor. Making it so he had to swear of his course and down a new corridor, one that soon proved to be something of a dead end. It lead to an emergency exit that at the time is locked and the jock is too closely after him to slip intangible through it without notice.

Writer gave a quiet and annoyed sigh as the bigger boy caught up with his target. This should be short, the ghost author could imagine how the same second the other is close to the halfa the boy would hit the jock out conscious in seconds, if not in one second.

It may be because of this line of thinking that the ghost was slightly caught of guard when the jock succeeded in picking up the smaller halfa and even more so when the halfa in turn did nothing in retaliation. What is he playing at?

"Any last words Fentonail? No, okay then." And with a smug smile the boy swung his fist into the shorter boy's stomach. Following it up with kicking out Danny's feet from under him so the short boy crashed to the floor with a thud. The halfa tried to stand but as he got up knees and hands the jock stepped forward and with his foot shoved Danny's hand away, making him hit his face against the floor as he fell all over again.

After this the bigger boy continued for a short bit before picking the other up by the scruff of his t-shirt. "And to finish this off." With another smug ugly sneer, the jock walked out to the hallway they had come from and proceeded to stuff Danny into one of the lockers there and close it after him. Making it lock itself. "See you next lesson Fenton, NOT." He laughed as he walked away.

It was after all this and the boy was no longer in his line of sight it all caught up for Ghost Writer, he had just witnessed by no doubt a graver bullying. A sound to his right alerted him of the presence of a person and looking over he saw the janitor. Clearly just finished with swapping the floor. There is no possibility that that person couldn't have seen what recently happened right next to him, he is even so close that he most likely heard the event going on down the next hallway.

So why had the adult not intervened?

Writer shock his head. While he do not support this sort of behavior from either a student or adult it still had nothing to do with himself nor did it have any relevance to the bet. Whatever reason there is for the halfa for not stopping this himself have no relevance for the author, it's the child's life and he has no reason to get himself involved with it.

So the Ghost Writer spent the next moments waiting for the child to leave the locker, something he didn't do until after the janitor's echoing steps disappeared down the next hallway. That happen 15 minutes after the next class had started. His earlier concerns forgotten the Ghost Writer once more felt annoyed with the ghost child. Did his education really mean so little to him?