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When was the last time you slept?
Sleep is for people without things to do Filbert! Back off! (Growls at the shark)
…You're grouchy without sleep… aren't you?
Mah-ha!
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Huh?
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Chapter 4
Danny gave a sigh of relief as the bell rang dismissing them to their last class of the day. He bolted out of his math room and to his locker, dumping his Algebra book it with a 'clang.'
"You know, it's been quiet today," Sam commented with a slightly cheerful edge to her voice, "With Dash absent those snobs have only Paullina to rally mindlessly around."
Danny shut his locker and gave her a look.
"Sorry," she said, seeing his face.
"Hey guys!" Tucker greeted loudly, waving as he walked up to them. In a lower voice he added "No Dash today?"
Sam gave him a glare and nodded towards Danny.
"Oh uh… never mind… uhh…"
"Forget it ok. I just hope he isn't out of school permanently" Danny moped.
"Don't worry man" Tucker said, clapping his hand on his friend's shoulder, "I'm sure he just doesn't want everyone to see how he got beat up by a categorized 'loser.'"
Danny gave a very slight grin as he imagined what Dash's lackeys would do if they found out that "scrawny little Danny Fenton" pulverized their star quarterback. But it vanished in an instant.
"Wonder what they think happened to him" He mused as the three walked around a corner, still mentally reprimanding himself for his outburst.
"I heard people telling each other he was home sick," Sam said, using air-quotes as she turned around to face Danny, now walking backwards.
"At least till the swelling goes down!" joked Tucker giving his friend a nudge with his elbow.
"It's not funny Tuck!" Danny said rubbing his ribs, "What if I had seriously hurt him? What if I had accidentally used my hi Mr. Lancer!" He finished, giving said teacher a wave. How long had he been there?
Sam turned around so sharply it was amazing she didn't fall over and Tucker stopped in his tracks. Danny seized both by the wrists, wanting to get by the teacher a fast as possible.
"Well we better get to class!" he said, dragging his friends to the door, "Don't want to be late!"
As the door shut behind them, Danny let out a small sigh.
"That was close."
"Why's he always popping up lately anyway?" Sam asked in annoyance. "Stupid authority figures!"
"Eah, forget it!" Tucker said, doing a hilarious impression of Gregor (Complete with hand flip), for which Sam smacked him upside the head. Danny let out a laugh. It was hard to feel too bad about what he did to Dash with his best friends around.
The trio walked to their usual seats. Danny took the chair third row from the back and next to the window. It was a perfect daydreaming spot and good for scanning the sky as well. Tucker sat in front of him and Sam next to him. She would have sat behind him had some girl not grabbed the seat first at the beginning of the year. Sam had then argued for her current seat with some other, bespectacled girl who was almost as stubborn as the Goth herself. Danny never really figured out why Sam had fought so determinedly for her seat. He figured it must be a girl thing.
Danny's thoughts strayed as his class went on and he started doodling in his notebook. It was a picture of Mr. Lancer running around with a flamethrower and the young Fenton thought it looked pretty funny. He showed it to Tucker who badly stifled a laugh and ended up snorting into his hand.
"Mr. Foley. Mr. Fenton. Is there something amusing going on that should be shared with the class?"
"N-No sir," Tucker said, getting himself under control. Danny shook his head.
"Well then kindly tell me the answer to question number seven from the homework."
The lesson dragged on for what seemed an eternity and when Danny looked up at the clock he mentally groaned. It was only half over!
Then he gasped as his ghost sense when off and a chill shot through his nerves like he had just plunged headfirst into a freezing lake.
He threw his hand into the air.
"Yes, Mr. Fenton?"
"Mr. Lancer, may I be excused?" he asked, glancing out the window. Who was it this time? Ember? The Box Ghost? Technus?
"What is it this time?" Lancer inquired, sounding annoyed.
"Uhh… bathroom?" Danny answered, looking out the window again. Were they in the school or outside?
The man gave him a look.
"Please, Mr. Lancer."
"You can't wait?"
"When you gotta go you gotta go," Danny answered. Urg! They were wasting time! "And I gotta go! Please!"
"Do you really need to Mr. Fenton? I was just about to introduce our new class book," the teacher asked.
"Please, Mr. Lancer" Danny repeated for the third time, " I really need to go." Why was he being so stubborn?
Lancer turned to the board. "If you can answer this question you may go."
Danny said nothing, eyes on the back of his teacher's balding head.
"What is the title of the Shakespearian work in which a prince is confronted by his deceased father's ghost?"
Danny's narrowed his eyes at the last word. Did he… no time! His eyes fell on a book on Mr. Lancer's desk and he gave it a shot.
"Is it Hamlet?"
"Yes," Mr. Lancer replied and Danny dashed out the door before the man could utter another word.
Danny shot round a corner and into the boy's bathroom, transforming back as soon as he did and slinging the Fenton thermos over his shoulder, muffled curses coming from inside.
"Oh give it a rest already, will you! No matter how man of those glowing blades you have, you're not getting out of there like that. I know. I've tried. You're just gunna have to wait till after whatever trouble I get in for skipping the entire second half of class is over. So have fun!" With that, he roughly phased the device into his locker and looked at his watch.
"Aww man!"
The bell for the end of class rang through the hallway and Danny banged his head on the locker door a few times before a pale hand on his shoulder stopped him.
"Hey, isn't that a ghost's job?" Sam joked, handing Danny his backpack.
"Thanks," Danny said, taking the purple pack with a slight sigh. "Whatid I miss?"
"Read the first three scenes in Hamlet. Class discussion on Tuesday. And don't hit your head like that or you'll loose what little brain cells you have left." Sam said with all seriousness.
"Ok…Hey!" Danny wined. Sam gave him a sneaky half-grin.
"Up for a mega movie marathon at my place?" she asked, and Danny could tell she was trying to keep his mind off his troubles. It was slightly working too.
"Sure," he answered before looking around, "Where's-"
"Sorry bout that guys," Tucker panted as he ran up to them, stuffing something into his backpack.
"What's that?" Danny asked.
"What's what?"
"That you stuffed into your backpack," Sam clarified angrily.
"Oh, uhh, nothing!" Tucker said in a slightly higher voice than normal.
"Come on Tuck!"
"I told you, nothing!"
"Hey Tucker!" Sam said in a surprised voice and the techno genius spun around fast.
"What?" He asked in anticipation as Danny slipped an intangible hand into his friend's backpack and pulled out an oddly shaped present wrapped in tie-dye blue wrapping paper.
"A present?" Danny asked, "For who?"
"No one!" Tucker shouted and seized the package, stuffing it bodily into his backpack again. Sam rolled her eyes.
"Anyway, Tucker, mega movie marathon tonight?"
"Most definitely so!" Tucker answered with a huge grin, "Hurray for Fridays!"
"Then I'll se you guys at five," Sam said and sprinted out the double doors and into the sunlight.
"Why not right now?" Danny asked Tucker confused.
Tucker shrugged, but Danny noticed his friend wouldn't meet his eyes.
"Come on man let's go to my place for a bit. I challenge you to a Super Smash Brother's Showdown! I will so totally kick your butt!" Tucker boasted excitedly.
"Oh you are on!"
Ok… the creator of this fictional work is still not completely… coherent yet so I will be filling in for this part as well. I do believe she will make at least one extra chapter before the detention chapter because she has this story planed out that way.
Reviews for the poor authoress please! She so desperately needs encouragement to cope with her schedule at the moment. Flame are, as always, welcome as well. She merely needs to know that people are out there that don't include her coworkers and family.
…She hasn't had much of a social life lately except for IM and one awesome friend who volunteered at her work. She thanks him very much.
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