Everything around me is so bright...so loud that it's driving me insane! I huffed out some air and flipped over onto my stomach, staring at the dusky sky. Now normally I would be lying either on my bed or on my floor...which I was doing neither in this case, because...well...I'm sort of...

Floating.

That's right. I'm floating.

In a stupid black and white spandex suit.

A sigh of annoyance escaped my lips as I stared out of my window, hovering about two feet above my bed. Now, you're probably wondering why I'm...like this. Well, I can't exactly tell ya why (simply because I'm still trying to deny it), but I've been trying to change back to normal for the past six or so hours... At least, I hope I can change back. Oh, boy. Can't you already hear the screams of little kids if I were to walk past them the way I'm looking like now? I snickered to myself, still floating. My green eyes dazed over, trying to recall what exactly happened that made me change into this form.

Dang it. It must've had something to do with that darn blue cylinder container that Thing One and Two were screeching at me not to touch. And what do I do anyways?

I touch it.

Not only did I touch it, I grabbed it away from the two. It was as if I was pulling someone out of their grasps and freeing them (especially after the container seemed to melt in my hands, releasing a powerful uncontrollable energy that is now flowing through me like blood). Well, here's that person that I've freed.

Right here, right now. Floating over my bed as if I don't have a care in the world. My mind drifted back a few hours ago, when I had first changed into this form. I let out a spooky chuckle as I recalled what happened, somehow finding it a little hilarious.

I stared in sheer panic as the two rings traveled over my body; one slowly crawling up while the other one snaked its way down, changing me from the inside out. My sneakers were replaced with white boots. My brown belt that was once holding up my jeans was replaced with a white one. My white tee with a red oval in it and my jeans completely disappeared, only to be replaced by the black spandex of a jumpsuit, suffocating my skin. My hand now had white gloves, and I felt spandex traveled to the middle of my neck. Once the two rings of light disappeared, I stood there in complete shock. I tried to count my heart beats, but it's really hard to count if your heart wasn't even beating at all!

All I felt was panic and fear as I dashed towards my little bathroom. A small chant began to repeat itself in my mind.

Please be normal. Please be normal. I was chanting to myself. Although, the sudden change of my normal clothes into this black and white jumpsuit has quite rattled me, I was hoping (heck, you may even call it praying) that I still had my raven black hair and sky blue eyes. I continued to repeat the chant as I entered my bathroom. Please be normal. Please be normal. Oh please, oh please, oh please be normal! I flipped the switch as I stared into the depths of my mirror.

My tanned face paled; snow white hair was partway covering my glowing green eyes. A white aura barely outlines my body. Seeing me like this made me wanna puke as a powerful sense of dread smothered me, making it very difficult for me to think clearly. Memories from the accident resurfaced from my mind. Sam's voice came back again, louder than ever.

Danny...

"No!" I shouted, interrupting Sam. I deadpanned once I heard an abnormality.

My voice! I thought to myself as one of my hands jumped to my throat as if be to be hoarse. It...it...

Echoes.

My green eyes widen, as round as saucers as I truly begun to panic. A tingling feeling took over my body, and the next thing I knew was that I was in my bedroom once more. My legs shook as I tried to calm myself-which wasn't working at all. I stared down at my trembling hands.

I-I don't understand. I thought to myself as I watched my hands turn disappeared then reappeared. What the heck has happened to me!? And how come I can suddenly do all of this stuff!? I took many deep breaths, trying to calm myself. Okay...s-s-so what if I can disappear from view...and, uh, go through things? Suddenly, my feet left the ground, unbalancing me. And...I can fly? I added to my list. Yeah, fly. And now my voice sounds weird and my eyes are glowing green just like-

My train of thought crashed, my brain shutting down as realization slowly dawned onto me. Sam's voice finally rang out strong and true.

Danny...you're-

-A GHOST.

The truth of what Sam had just said hit me like a hammer. Realization crashed upon like tsunami waves, dragging me deeper and deeper into the coldest depths. I shook as if I was encased by ice; choking me to death.

"No." I muttered, not even wincing at my new voice. "There's absolutely no way..."

There is now. Thing Two seemed to say, chackling. Thing One huffed in irritation.

All because you decided to not to listen to us. Thing One nagged. Thing Two was now laughing like a mentally insane person.

"Shut. Up!" I roared into my room. THE last thing I need is these two nitwits to drive me even MORE insane.

Nitwits? They echoed at the same time. YOU'RE the nitwit here, not us.

"GRAAAAA!" I yelled out of frustration. I felt a powerful push from under my feet, and the next thing I knew was a pain that blossomed from knocking my head against the ceiling. My hands touched the ceiling and I pushed myself away, landing onto my floor once more.

Still freaking out, I began to pace around my room; doing absolutely everything I could think of to get me back to normal. I've checked my pulse several times, but each time, I found no pulse; making me freak out even more. My energy levels were so ridiculously high it wasn't even funny as I still paced around my room in irritation. Also, I realized that I seemed to have more control over my...abilities in this form-which pleased me, but caused me to frown. Yeah, I'm totally going to walk around looking like a young grandpa with glowing green eyes. I'll be frisked away to some secret government facility while they do experiments and etc. on me. I froze, shuddering in dread.

No one can know about this... I thought to myself. The truth of it pained me. Absolutely no one.

No one...

I sighed, still floating over my bed. I closed my eyes, letting the heaviness take me down. I landed on my bed, sprawled out. I then glanced outside of my window. It was dusk, and for some odd reason, a powerful sense of desire to fly out into the night air overcame me. To feel the cool night air billowing my hair and caress against my face. To feel as light as a feather as I would float in the endless starry night sky. The desire was so powerful that I began to float again. I shook my head, snapping the heaviness back as I fell into my bed. The last thing I need is someone seeing me like this...

"Danny!" My mother's voice called out. Instinctively, I froze on the spot. My breathing became panicky (don't ask me how I'm breathing when I don't even have a heartbeat). I spun around towards my door.

"Y-yes Mom?" I asked, slightly wincing at my voice. I sure hope Mom couldn't hear the echo from the other side of the door. I heard her soft footsteps stop at my door. She slowly turned my doorknob, allowing the door to be opened. Before I even realized what I was doing, I flew to the door (and yes, I mean literally) and pushed my body against it, making it stay shut. I heard a gasp of shock.

"Danny?" My Mom asked her voice full of so much concern that it pained me. "Honey, are you alright?" I took a shaky breath.

"Uh-huh." I said, forcing the echo out of my voice. It still echoed, but only slightly. Still...

"What's wrong with your voice?" My mother asked. I groaned.

"Uh...I'm not feeling too well..." I said the first thing that popped into my mind.

"You're not feeling well? Maybe I should go in and check on you." Freaking out beyond freaking out, I held the door firmly in place as my Mom shook the door, trying to open it. "Danny! Open up this door!" Normally I would totally listen to my mother, but not this time. I heard very loud footsteps marching up the stairs. The next thing I knew, my door groaned as my father charged at it.

"DAD!" I yelled, completely forgetting the little echo from my voice. I felt my Dad stiffed next to the door.

"Danny, listen to your mother and open the door!" He yelled.

I sighed, knowing that there's no way I could argue with my father. But I really can't have them seeing me like this. I glanced into the bathroom, an idea formed into my head.

"DANNY!" My father began to roar. I flinched at how loud his voice was. Jeez, can't ya tone it down a bit?

"Okay, okay!" I said hotly. "I'm opening the door! Sheesh!" I relaxed myself, letting my tense muscles loosen. I stared into my bathroom, hoping that I would make it in time. In an instant I pushed against the door and flew into the bathroom, instantly slamming the door behind me. I heard my other door open once I had closed the bathroom door.

"Danny?" I heard my mother asked once she and my father stepped into my bedroom.

"In here." I said from the bathroom. I heard my parents footsteps get ever closer to the bathroom. My mother knocked on the door, scaring me half to death.

"Danny? Are you alright?" She asked me. I huffed in annoyance. Didn't I just tell them that I'm not feeling well? I sighed; I might as well end this little charade before things get out of hand.

"I'm...alright." I said. "I just feel...a little..." I trailed off, not knowing what to tell them. Suddenly, my stomach growled so loud, that I'm surprised that we didn't have an earthquake. My Dad's chuckles boomed into my room, ricocheting onto my bathroom door that vibrated in my eardrums.

"Heard that Maddie?" My Dad asked his wife. "Sounds like someone's hungry! Hey, we should go eat out, since its Friday night and all." I froze like a deer in headlights.

Oh no...

"Actually, that sounds like a good idea, Jack." My mother agreed with my Dad. "Danny. You have five minutes to get ready." I could hear the excitement in her voice. "We're going out to eat!" All I did, once I heard my bedroom door closed, was groan as I opened my bathroom door. How the heck am I supposed to go out for a normal family dinner looking like this? I sighed, placing a cool hand against my forehead to null the dull headache coming.

This day just keeps getting better and better...

Everyone gave me a very odd look as I walked down the stairs, trying my best to stay on solid ground. My family continued to stare at me in at complete lost mixed with awe. It was Jazz who spoke.

"What on Earth are you wearing?" She asked me. I grunted in annoyance.

"What? Got a problem with it?" I hissed out darkly. Frankly, I don't blame her saying that. Heck, if I wasn't even in this situation, I would've said the exact same thing.

It was ironic really; for I am now currently wearing something that absolutely hate with all my heart...

My stupid Christmas hoodie. Ugh. I was so severely pissed when I went ransacking my closet, only finding that I only have this hoodie and nothing else made me just wanna tear it apart thread by thread. (Note to self: when we go to the store, buy new hoodie so that this one can be a part of our next campfire.) But, due to my situation, I was forced into wearing this so that it could cover my now snow white hair. I'm also wearing a pair of shades, that Tucker bought for me as a joke, to try to conceal my glowing green eyes. It works, but now the shades have an eerie green tint to it. I threw on a pair of jeans over my black jumpsuit. I couldn't take off my white gloves or my boots for some odd reason, so when Dad called for me, I reluctantly marched downstairs with them on.

Mom's eyes strayed to my white gloves and boots.

"Danny, where'd you get those gloves...and the boots?" She asked me. Oh, great. Just great. I thought to myself.

"Uh...I made them?" I answered pathetically. Everyone's eyebrows were raised, waiting for me to explain. I cursed myself as I told them a lie. "I did it...because..." I sighed. "Because I'm-sort of-into...ghost hunting...?" I ended it like a suggestion. Next thing I knew, my Dad had me in his famous bear hugs, squeezing the breath out of me; tears twinkled in his blue eyes.

"Oh Danny!" My Dad said happily. "I knew it! I just knew that you'll become like your old man someday!"

Only because your stupid invention messed up my life, giving me no choice other than to have these almost ghost-like abilities. I bit that thought back. My Dad released me as I glanced at Jazz, who was staring at me as if I had grown a third arm. I checked (just to make sure, ya know?) before I glared at her.

"What'd you looking at?" I asked her. She closed her eyes, shaking her head while our parents were celebrating the fact that one of their children is now finally interested in their profession.

If only they knew...

We arrived at the restaurant, waiting in a very long line. My Dad was becoming ever antsy while Mom tried to calm him down. Jazz was still reading that stupid book while I leaned against the wall, trying to keep these...'abilities' at bay. The scent of food drifted into my nose, making my stomach twist in hunger. I didn't realize that ghosts can get hungry. I paused.

No. I said to myself in my mind. I am not a ghost! Just because I may have the same...'abilities' as one, doesn't mean I'm actually am one. I gritted my teeth as more aromas of food drifted up into my nostrils. It's taking all my concentration and restrain to not to run up to the food and start pigging out. Now that would be embarrassing beyond embarrassing. My headache is still bothering me, it's throbbing is actually causing my muscles in my right eye to twitch.

About ten minutes later, we were given a booth by a window. I thank whatever God was up there, for I was absolutely starving. I ordered a Coke before I looked down at the menu. Jeez, everything sounds so good right now. I just couldn't make up my mind. As if on cue...

Cheeseburger! Thing One said. Cheeseburger with the works and French fries! Oh, and a banana too!

Country fried steak... Thing Two said. Country fried steak with mashed potatoes, corn on the cob, and a biscuit. That'll definitely fill you up.

But won't he get a lot of energy from eating all of that food? Thing One asked in an annoyed tone.

Pah. Thing Two spat out. He can deal with it.

Uh, no he can't.

Yea, he can.

No.

Yes.

No.

YES!

NO!

Heck yeah he can!

"Would two just shut up?" I shouted in the restaurant. I paused, blinking my eyes as I realized that every single person in the vicinity was staring at me as if I've lost it. Someone's meatball literally fell off of their fork, midway to their mouth. I blush a deep red, heat spreading across my face. "Uh...I couldn't make up my mind?" I suggested weakly. Slowly, but surely, everyone turned back to their business. I glanced at my parents and Jazz, only finding questioningly looks on whether or not I'm insane. I let my head bang against the table, muttering to myself. My head being on the table didn't last long, for I felt the tingling coming and my head shot up before it would've passed through the table. I let out a sigh of relief at my near screw-up as the tingling feeling disappeared.

The waitress took our orders and left as quickly as she could possibly can. I noticed how our waitress seemed to be shivering, causing one of my eyebrows to rise. Why is she acting so weird? I thought to myself as the waitress went into the kitchen. She wasn't the only one acting weird; everyone else who sat near us kept on talking in hush tones and stole glances at our table from time to time, their bodies tense and uncomfortable. I really hope that they're not staring at me because of my sudden outburst from earlier. I glanced at my father, who was now telling everyone who could hear his loud obnoxious voice of his about the time he fought a ghost. Blah. Blah. BLAH. I shook my head. It's definitely not my father...so who the heck is scaring people away from us?

"Mommy?" I hear a little girl's voice about two booths behind us. From the way her voice sounds like, she's sitting with her back towards us. "Why's it so cold?" She asked her mother. ... What?

I began to realize the people around us were slightly shivering. Some were complaining that the A/C is too low. I lifted my hand to the vent that's directly above my family and me. Funny, there's no air coming out as I let my hand return to the table. Then where's-

I shuddered. A thought crossed my mind. Could it be? I shook my head. There's no way. There's absolutely no way that I'm the one who's freezing these people. But with my luck (especially how it's been lately) it's most likely me. Jazz confirmed my supsions when she, too, put her hand by the vent.

"Weird." She said, her teeth chattering. "There's no air coming out of the vent." I huffed in annoyance and in indigition.

"It's not that cold." I said haughtily. She gave me a look.

"What's your problem?"

"You."

"What are you-"

"Jasmine. Daniel." Our mother said in a dangerous tone. We immediately stopped our bickering. But Jazz felt the need to grab onto my hand. Both of us flinched at the touch. I quickly whipped my hand away from hers. She stared at me in shock. I gulped, swallowing the hopelessness that seemed to have settled into my throat. She continued to stare at me until our salads, with the exception of Dad, appeared. I went to grab my silverware, only finding out that my hand is now invisible. I sputtered as I whipped my hand underneath the table. It wasn't until about three minutes later when my hand became visible again. I sighed as I unwrap my silverware and began to eat. I had just finished my salad when our food showed up.

"Pancakes!" My Dad cheered as he dove into his plate. The rest of us looked away in embarrassment as he continued to eat like a pig. Jazz ordered a sandwich with baked chips. Mom was having fecctini alferdo with cheesy garlic bread and some steamed vegetables. And me? I glanced down. Apparently I had ordered what Thing Two had wanted...with the exception of a banana. Man, what does Thing One have with bananas? I shrugged as I began to eat, cautiously eating normally even though I'm absolutely starving. I really wanted to ignore table manners and totally pig out like a Viking, but I don't think we can handle the embossment of two men in one family in one day...

During the time that I was eating, there were three times that my hand kept on making my fork slip through it. I gritted my teeth each time as this happened. I could tell that my parents and Jazz noticed how I seemed to be dropping stuff with a scary easiness. I somehow convinced them that I was still not feeling too well (which wasn't really a lie) and we all went back to eating out meals. A few times I almost flew off of my chair when my ears picked up sounds that suddenly happened (like a plate crashing or a kid squealing madly). For that, I had to grab the edge of the booth and actually force my butt to rest onto it. But the worst thing didn't happen until I was about halfway done with my meal-when I felt it.

A spark of pure insanely dangerous electricity traveled up my spine in a flash, causing me to gasp out at the sudden quick pain. Instantly, my family gave me looks of concern as I my breathing became quick and rampant. I know this feeling. I thought to myself as I clutched my stomach. My suspicions were confirmed once I felt a lot of pure energy beginning to gather around my torso area. Uh-oh. My face paled as I tried to hold back the energy that would ruin my life and make me a freak for the rest of eternity.

"Danny?" I heard my mother whisper to me. "Are you alright?"

No, I am not alright! Why else would I be gasping out in pain from holding back this overwhelming power that your stupid invention decided to infuse it into me?! I would've loved to tell them that, but instead, I glanced around me, looking for an excuse to get away from everyone...somewhere very private... My green eyes widen on the men's restroom door.

"Restroom." I said. And as quick as I could humanly (which is really hard to be a human right now) possibly be, I ran to the restroom and tugged on the door. What? I pounded the metal door. "Hey! Who's in there?"

"Me." Came a rough voice. I stopped my pounding, my legs trembling from sheer fear. The restaurant has only a single stall for all the men to share!? This is bad. Ooooh, this is SO bad! Shaking panicky, I hurriedly scanned the restaurant until my eyes landed on an exit sign that seems to lead to the back parking lot. Okay, so it's either the parking lot or the bathroom. I thought to myself. I could wait until-

"Ouch!" I shouted out as lightning stroke my body from the inside. Scratch that, it's either the parking lot or... Well, I really didn't want to finish that as I bolted for the exit door. Once outside, I was relieved to see that it led to an alleyway. This means that there are only two ways someone could see me do something abnormally, minus the rooftops and the door that I had just appeared out of. I quickly glanced left and right, praying that I was alone. Cold sweat streamed along my cheeks and fell onto the concrete alley. I took shaky breaths as the electricity began to get more powerful, more severe. I decided to stop holding the unimaginable power and released it.

A deadly spark traveled along the inside of my body, reigniting my senses and my nerves. I screamed out in pain as it attacked my insides, changing my body from the inside out once again. However, this time, it felt like the spark had just jump-started my heart. Now, usually people are happy once their hearts have restarted, right? Well...that wasn't the case for me. I screamed in absolute horroryfing pain as a ring of white energy appeared around my torso. Once again, the rings split into two; each traveling their respective ways. Once the rings had disappeared, I stood there, shaking numbly, gasping for breath. I absentmindingly glanced down at hands.

No white gloves...

Hope fluttered in my chest as I dashed to the nearby dumpster, praying to find something reflective. I spotted a broken mirror and bent down to get it. A smile spread across my face as I stared at my reflection.

I'm normal. I happily thought. I'm me again. My messy raven hair partway hid my ocean blue eyes. I had my red convers and white tee back on me. I was surprised to see that I was no longer wearing my Christmas hoodie or my sunglasses. But I didn't mind as relief flowed out of my body. Finally, after hours and hours of freaking out, I'm back to normal. I threw the broken mirror piece into the dumpster.

"See Fenton." I said to myself as I began to walk to the door, a smirk eating away my face. "There was absolutely nothing to worry about." A chill climbed up my throat as blue mist came out of my mouth. "Huh?" I asked myself.

"Tee Hee." A voice giggled. "You're strange."

Fear and dread smothered me as I turned around towards the voice, who had just made my worst nightmare came alive...