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Danny's POV

Last night was terrible.

Well, it wasn't terrible...more like suspicious.

There weren't any ghosts attacks...not even Boxy showed. That's odd since he always appears to haunt the town. So someone has to be planning something big. Now I just need to find out who...

"Dude? Dude! DUDE!" The guy on my left side questioned with concern, "Danny?"

"What?" I blinked as I looked up from my distracted thoughts to see two equally worried friends staring back at me from both my sides.

"Danny," a gothic girl with shiny ebony hair and amethyst eyes named Samantha(Sam if you want to live after you say her name) stated as my thoughts cleared even more. "You're obviously distracted today."

"Yeah, dude." The guy on my left wearing a yellowish shirt with a red beret named Tucker stated as he stared at me, "You didn't even hear the argument that we were having."

"Danny," Sam looked back at me after she glared at him. "What happened last night?"

"And why are you actually at school before the bell rings?" That earned Tucker another glare from the girl on my right side.

"Guys!" I almost had to wave to calm them down enough for me to say anything. "I know that you're worried but there's nothing wrong...yet."

"What do you mean 'yet'?" They both asked curiously at the same time.

"Well, there weren't any ghost attacks last night." I continued to tell them, "Not even the Box Ghost showed up."

"That's odd," Sam stared at the front of the classroom where the teacher, Mr. Lancer, was trying to do a presentation over some book again. "The Box Ghost comes out every night at least five times."

"Yeah," I stared down at my desk, "He's annoying but..."

"You're nervous about something else, aren't you?" Tucker pulled out his PDA and somehow managed to download the presentation from the front of the room that Mr. Lancer was showing.

"Really?" I questioned uselessly with a tiny smile on my face.

"Yeah, dude." He said as he messed around with his PDA. "We all know that Lancer is going to quiz us about this later."

"Yeah, I know," I sighed, "I just don't think that I will ever be able to study for it. You know, with all of the ghost fights and avoiding my parents inventions that are scarily getting even more advanced. Yesterday dad tried to use a new bracelet that he called the Fenton Shocker. It's a lot like the Fenton thermos, but it also shocks the ghost before they get sucked into the bracelet."

"Dude," Tuck waved his hand dismissively while messing with his PDA. "I can always fix them so they accept your DNA."

"I know you can," my expression turned sour. "I'm just afraid that if we change the DNA sequence coding, that my parents would be suspicious about it not going off around me."

"Danny," Sam leaned over closer to me so that I could feel her warm breath on my cheek. "Wouldn't you want to have it that way instead of having them be even more suspicious or thinking that a ghost overshadowed you?"

"Yeah, I guess so." I leaned on both of my hands before sighing. "I get the feeling that because of there being no attacks last night, that-"

"That the ghosts are planning something big to happen." Sam finished my sentence for me.

Tucker just gave us a knowing nod before he went back to his game on his PDA but not before saying, "Lovebirds."

Instantly, I blushed bright scarlet and I could tell that Sam was doing the same. We had always been in love ever since we first met, we just never realized it. But a year ago, we finally(that's what everyone else said) had gotten together as girlfriend and boyfriend. Know that saying? Love at first sight? It was so wrong but also right at the same time...Fenton! Pay attention. You have to be alert for any danger.

Tucker! Why must you still call us that?

Oh yeah. Sam, Tuck, and I happened to have found out that we all had a special connection with each other. Us three could pretty much know exactly what the others were thinking. It came in really handy when we had to fight ghosts.

But Sam and I found out that we have a special link. One where we can both hear each other's thoughts like I had just heard. We've always had it but it didn't start developing to become strong enough to have a physical link. Before we could always tell when the other was hurt, angry, sick, or where they were if we were close enough to one another. Now there's a lot more that we can do with it.

But it was really hard to use still because we only have had it for about two months give or take. It usually takes a ton of effort to even hear a few words. But sometimes we can hear each other as easily as if we had said it out loud.

Weird stuff, right?

Anyways...all three of us fell into a comfortable silence so I decided to use my super hearing to 'eavesdrop' on the other unknowing classmates in the English room.

"Dude! Pass me that football!"

"He was like, "No way!" And I was like, "Yes way!" And then we both were like, "Totally."

"What's the square root of 389? And what is 4x minus 2x?"

No one was listening to Mr. Lancer who currently seemed as if he finally noticed that everyone was talking about other things besides the book he was talking about. Just as the over-weight, bald teacher went to open his mouth to call everyone's attention, a cold shiver run down my spine and icy, blue breath escaped from my lips as I gasped. My ghost sense. Yay! Another ghost to most likely fight! I totally want to fight a ghost right now!(sarcasm noted) At least it will get me out of this class today.

I sent a quick glance to Sam and Tuck, both of whom were doing their own thing, and they stared back before nodding in complete understandable agreement.

I quickly raised my hand high into the air, and Mr. Lancer noticed it with a frown written on his face. He didn't even give me a chance to speak before stating that I could use the restroom.

"Thank you, sir..." I said respectfully(that is how I was raised to be) while confusion was painted on my expression. I wasn't going to ask if I could use the restroom. I may be clueless about some things, but I'm pretty smart so I know that I need other excuses so no one gets suspicious. Just SOME people think that I am stupid...well, basically everyone except Sam, Tuck, and my sister, Jazz, that is. Everyone else thinks I'm dumb. Disappointingly, even my parents do.

I tried not to have my leaving look suspicious while I quickly left the room. I actually used some ghostly speed to get out of there faster so that I wouldn't have to hear the teenagers in the room say anything about me. I know what they would have said.

"What a loser!"

"Does he have bladder problems?"

"He's so weird!"

"Well, his parents are the weirdos of town."

"Yeah, but they're actually cool now that ghosts are real. Fenton's just plain stupid and weird."

It's funny. They don't know that I am really intelligent. I mean, I am fluent in Esperanto since I couldn't understand Wulf otherwise, and I also know Latin since all the ancient ghosts only speak that.(it helps that I'm half ghost)

I also have to be the peacekeeper to all of the ghosts in the Ghost Zone because I am their new king since I single-handedly defeated Pariah Dark, the last king before me. It is pretty fun to take some time off to meet with different ghosts whether they are my allies or enemies. If only the people in town knew.

I was in the hallway where all of the lockers were. Glancing around for anyone who could be around, I saw no one. I searched inside my chest for a cold feeling that soon rushed over my whole body.

"I'm going ghost."

Two bright blueish-white rings of light flashed over me. I now wear a black jump suit with white gloves, boots, collar, and my famous insignia on my chest. My white belt had been modified to recognize my DNA and my ecto-signature so that it would shock ghosts that I have to fight much like the Fenton Specter Deflector. My allies won't get hurt from it though. My raven-colored hair bleached out to silvery white while my sky blue eyes changed to radioactive green.

I floated up from the floor and went intangible through the ceiling until I got to the top of the school building. If only they knew.

Now for the ghost to come. I have discovered that when my ghost sense goes off, I can tell how powerful the ghost that I'm chasing is. So I'm really sure that this ghost is...

"Whelp!"

Skulker.


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