A/N: Found this document. Decided to post it, but I think it's blah.

You can tell a lot about a fellow's character by his way of eating jellybeans.
~ Ronald Reagan

Broken Mirror

Sidney Poindexter reached inside locker 724—the same one he'd had for some fifty-ish years—and pulled out an English book, the same one he always got out. He sighed, frowning as he looked at the broken mirror which hung in his locker. It hadn't been broken two years ago, before he'd met the still-recent halfa. But there had been a struggle, and Danny had ended up breaking the mirror so Poindexter could never escape again.

If he was being honest, Poindexter would agree with what Danny had done—he'd stolen his life from him, after all—but he didn't like the feeling it gave him admitting that; it sounded as if he had bullied him.

Poindexter shook his head. He hated that word or anything having to do with it.

But with the memories of his first encounter with Danny Phantom, he felt a wave of gratitude, if not a bit of annoyance.

Because they had been inhabiting different bodies, it had looked as if Poindexter had taken on the halfa and won—when in reality, Danny had just tricked him into giving him back his own body. But the '50s students of Poindexter's Casper High didn't know that; it had really looked like Sidney had fought Danny.

Soon after that event, things changed for Sidney Poindexter. Everyone which had ever bullied him—which really was everyone—suddenly wanted to be his friend, be on his good side. He finally had the life he had only ever dreamed of having—one of popularity.

It was many months later, when Danny had already saved the world countless times and revealed his identity, that the popularity started to wear thin.

The same routine appeared constantly. Lauren would walk with him to all his classes, Bill and the guys would let him join in on a game of hoops, they would all catch a matinee movie premiere, and the next week the cycle would begin again.

Poindexter thought it wouldn't be as horrible if there was some variety to what they did—different outcomes to different situations—but it was always the same. Every Saturday they would watch the same horror movie—The Haunted Sky, a movie Poindexter never got the chance to see when he was human because he had felt embarrassed to go without friends; but after seeing it so many times (and being a ghost himself), Poindexter hated its cliches, its over-acted scenes, its creepy music, hated just the pure essence of it.

Other things, too, tortured him now. He'd never had time to notice before, what with being constantly worried about getting a wedgie or being stuffed in his locker, that the curriculum never changed. Every year, it recycled itself and Sidney would have to endure his freshman year from the very beginning.

There was no surprise to the school anymore, because everything simply repeated itself, over and over again.

He would sit sometimes, when he could escape the grasps of his instant popularity and his Biology teacher would lecture about something he'd (literally) heard dozens of times before, and wonder of how he had come to be—and how this thought had never occurred to him before.

Two weeks ago, with a sudden start of alarm and fear, he realized he couldn't remember his human life—or how he had died. His memory went blank after his first year of high school and simply recycled itself. Another thing he couldn't remember was his parents or where or how they were.

Sidney Poindexter had no life that he could remember. The practically-palpable irony of the situation was not lost to him.

Maybe his torment during his freshman year had been so intense, so much greater than he originally perceived as he was experiencing it, that it had consumed his entire adult life. Who knew if he'd grown up to have kids or to make something of himself; all that echoed in his thoughts was those years of being bullied in high school. It didn't matter if he had a wife or was the manager of some company; he'd been bullied.

And, Poindexter thought, because of those bullies, he couldn't even remember the event that had sent him—or condemned him—to a Ghost Zone rendition of Casper High School, to forever relive that one year that haunted his life.

He'd tried to remember what year he had first appeared in the Ghost Zone, what year he had started haunting locker 724, to give him some clue as to when he died. But he couldn't remember!

This realization, stacked upon all the others he had made since Danny Phantom had touched his life, drove him to near madness. Poindexter dealt with this madness as best he could for two weeks, until time caught up with him and he currently stared at the cracked mirror at the end of his locker as he reached for his English book.

His right hand balled into fist and he was suddenly so angry that he felt like punching something—a completely new feeling which exhilarated yet frightened Sidney.

It took him a few minutes after the tardy bell for class rang, for Sidney to be able to control himself. He wasn't going to bust his locker now that he was calm, but as he stared at his broken reflection in the mirror he so much wished it wasn't broken.

As if answering his silent plea, the broken remains of the mirror started to glow a ghostly green.

Sidney Poindexter, startled at first but slowly realizing what was happening, smiled wickedly as a plan materialized in his mind.

A Danny Phantom motion picture by Sundae Cinema.

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