"Now step lively, girls! We don't want those buns and thighs to get mushy, do we?" Heidi was wearing a hypnotic 80s spandex suit. Sam and her blonde hair couldn't stand step class.
"Why is stepping such an exercise anyway?" She grumbled to the lady next to her. "Isn't walking just something you do? Something to get you from A to B?"
Jessa had multiple personality disorder. Sam knew that today she thought she was Jessa Salley because she kept saying that the other girl – Marissa Davenport – was a nut.
"I bet Marissa doesn't walk." Jessa spat. "Marissa can't even get up the nerve to show her face around here!"
Sam went on. "Shouldn't we be jogging? Panting? Sweating? Not prancing around like my mother after Thanksgiving!"
"You're right. But I need to stay here just in case Marissa is looking for me. She would look in my room first! Then the cafeteria! So I'm here." She stopped stepping. "Wait, what if she came here? What if she's here now? Oh lawdy, protect me and all my fragileness!" She fell to her knees, shaking. "Miss Heidi, I need to go now."
Sam rolled her eyes. Only the third time today. That's a new record for Jessa. Slash Marissa.
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"Lay back, Daniel. Make yourself comfortable." Doctor Shots motioned to the couch near her chair. "Now Daniel, tell me, why do you think that you are here?" She clicked her pen and tilted her head, like she was ready to absorb what I had to say.
I rolled my eyes. "Well, Doctor, I don't know, why don't you tell me? I've never done anything that crazy!"
She took out a file of notes. Flipping through it, she said, "Actually Mr. Fenton, your record shows that you come from a very unstable family. Ghost hunters, is that correct? How can you possibly begin to understand what we believe that living in that did to you?"
I began to defend myself as she went on,
"You are reported for missing school much more than you should have, and your grades reflect this choice. You seem to always be present whenever there is a ghost fight in town,"
I rolled my eyes again. Lady, you don't know the half of it.
"and you tend to get yourself into trouble. Need I go on?"
I crossed my arms defiantly. "I'm not crazy."
Shots lowered her voice. "Danny, there are claims that you declare to be the ghost boy. Must I still go on? You need to be here!"