Author: another update...they're not intentionally getting shorter...some prompts just lend themselves to more exposition than others.
Disclaimer: ha ha really?
12 Groceries
Danny walked leisurely down the grocery store aisle, leaning casually against the handle bar of the shopping cart. She looked at the list held loosely in her before regarding the packages around her.
Cereal for all of us, huh? Jazz should be home today...actually, should've been home yesterday. Maybe he stopped by a friends'?
She picked up Honey Nut Cheerios for her brother and Honey Bunches of Oats for her parents. A smirk flitted across her face as she picked out her own before continuing on.
Pasta, sauce, ground beef; fajita mix, bell peppers, onion, salsa, chicken, chips; steaks, sweet potatoes, broccoli...fudge mix? Don't think they have that. What else? Milk, juice, eggs, yogurt, etc. Fine, fine...
Danny was eternally grateful that Jazz had left the car home—it made getting around so much easier.
Funny, Danny thought with a frown. He would have at least called...damn, I sound like my dad.
It was a little worrisome, though. Jazz wasn't the rebellious kind. He tended to stick to the rules unless the rules were begging to be broken—and even then, it was never anything severe. As far as Danny knew, Jazz had never sped anywhere at anytime, which was perhaps something she did every day everywhere. Being able to go invisible helped evade tickets.
Danny meandered through the store, tossing objects into the car every now and then. She paused in front of the "feminine hygiene products" and frowned.
You know, I've never had to use this stuff. Is something wrong with my body? I guess...I should look into it. Don't think it's healthy...I'm also behind in other areas of development, Danny thought with mild distaste as she looked at her unfortunate lack of a bust. Could pass as a boy easy.
She sighed softly and was about to continue when her phone rang, the "Ghostbusters" ringtone startling her. She flipped open the phone and spoke: "Yo?"
"Danny! Thank god! Where are you?"
Danny blinked, a sinking feeling forming in her gut. "What's wrong?" Danny asked, concern lacing her voice.
"Jazz is missing."
"WHAT?" Danny exclaimed. "What do you mean?"
"He was coming back on the train with some friends, but they turned away for a moment and when they faced him again he was gone. They thought he might've just gotten separated, but they never found each other. He hasn't called, e-mailed, text-ed..."
Danny swallowed nervously. Something about this...
Well, if there was one good thing about having ghost powers (and parents who knew about them), it was the ability to be in two places at once and fly at high speeds (that was two—whoops).
"I'll look into it," she said in all seriousness. "Where and when was he seen last?"
Danny's father gave the half-ghost the details before she hung up. She looked around covertly before cloning herself, leaving a clone behind as she slipped away, changing into ghost form in an unused corner. She turned invisible and intangible before flying away to search for her brother.