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Tuesday
It was Tuesday, the most boring day of the week.
On Monday, you're all charged up from a weekend of oversleeping. Wednesday at least gets points for immature teenagers being able to joke about "Hump Day". Thursday is "the day before Friday, so look on the bright side," and Friday is the day before a weekend full of goofing off and having fun.
But Tuesday?
In the opinion of Sam Manson, Danny Fenton, and Tucker Foley, Tuesdays sucked. And so far, this one wasn't looking any better than the previous ones.
"So, what do you think of Lancer's assignment on A Tale of Two Cities?" Sam asked Tucker, both of them stopping next to Danny's locker.
Tucker was about to answer when he and Sam noticed Danny himself walk right past them with his eyes nearly closed. Unable to warn him quickly enough, Sam and Tucker cringed as Danny made his way face-first into the wall. Needless to say, he woke up fairly quickly after that.
"Owww! Man, what ghost hit me this time?" Danny muttered, holding a hand to his forehead.
"It wasn't a ghost, dude," Tucker couldn't resist chuckling. "Face, meet wall. Wall, face." Sam slapped the back of Tucker's head, resulting in a similar exclamation of pain from the techno geek.
"Har, har," Danny muttered, eyes downcast. "I had a rough night, okay? Klemper tried to 'make friends' with my dad, and I had to make sure neither of them hurt each other when Dad started firing an ecto-gun everywhere. Then Mom came into the equation somewhere... The details get fuzzy after the Box Ghost showed up too." He sighed. "I really hate Tuesdays..."
Sam put a comforting hand on Danny's shoulder. "Well, at least it's almost over; the only class we have left is Study Hall. You should be able to catch yourself a few extra Z's in there."
"Yeah, I think I'll do tha-" Danny's sentence was cut off at the sudden arrival of one seriously angry Dash Baxter.
"Hey, Fen-toid! It's Tuesday! You know what that means!" Great, it looked like someone else hated Tuesdays too, and was about to take his anger out on the (seemingly) weaker students in front of him. One more reason for the trio to hate Tuesdays as well...
"Aw, how cute," snarked Danny, too tired to remember that he should (pretend to) be afraid. "You actually have something special planned for me on Tuesdays from now on? I feel all warm and fuzzy inside!"
"More like feeling soaked in your hair when I'm done stuffing your head in the toilet, Fen-Toast!" Dash replied.
"Hey! Leave him alone!" Sam shouted. "He has enough to deal with without you wasting his time!" While Sam was yelling at Dash, Tucker shook like a leaf, trying to take up as little space as possible, which wasn't that hard in the first place with his skinny frame.
"You're lucky I don't hurt girls, Manson," Dash snarled at Sam. "Otherwise, you'd be next for talking back to me like that!" Meanwhile, Tucker fearfully shrank even further behind the aforementioned Goth, who was feeling somewhat reckless today, and it showed in her next words.
"Oh, you don't hurt girls, huh? You think we're not worth your time?" she raged. "I'll have you know I can defend myself if I need to! Go on! Hit me! I dare you!"
Before Dash so much as even breathed, Danny once again stepped between Dash and his friends, facing Dash with a glare that took all of his effort to keep from turning green. "Hey, your problem is with me! Touch either of my friends, and you won't be the only one who's got a problem, understand?" the hybrid growled sharply, jabbing a finger into the surprised jock's chest. Unfortunately, the bully's surprise didn't last for long.
"Oh, I hear ya, loud and clear!" Dash smirked as he drew his fist back to punch Danny, who closed his eyes in preparation for the collision. There was the sound of a fist impacting flesh, but Danny was surprised when he felt no pain. He opened his eyes to see Dash on the ground, moaning pathetically while Tucker loomed over him, scowling and rubbing one hand with the other.
"Whoa, Tucker!" Sam gaped, eyes wide. Quickly regaining her composure, she smirked as she continued, "Normally I hate violence, but that was awesome!"
"Yeah, a few seconds ago, you looked ready to bolt for the nearest exit, and then all of a sudden, wham!" Danny smiled, impressed.
"Yeah, well, you gotta deal with so much crap, even I was getting tired of it. I figured that since you have an unfair advantage over Dash, you punching him just wouldn't have the same meaning as if I did," Tucker reasoned.
"Yeah, I think he got the message, Tuck," Danny chuckled, before another thought entered his mind, causing him to turn to Sam. "That reminds me, why did you get mad at me when I was the one getting Dash back?" Danny asked her.
"Simple," Sam replied. "First, as Tucker pointed out, you have an unfair advantage. Second, you were getting revenge over something that already happened, while Tucker was stopping it from happening in the first place."
Danny sighed. "I guess that does make sense..." he shamefully muttered. Sam once again put her hand on his shoulder, causing him to look up at her.
"Don't beat yourself up about the past, Danny. You learned from that lesson a long time ago. I was just trying to answer your question. It's not a big deal," Sam consoled him.
"Yeah, I guess," Danny agreed halfheartedly. Suddenly, he perked up in alarm. "Oh, man, we better get to Study Hall before anyone finds us here with Dash while he's unconscious!"
"At least he won't be bothering us for the rest of the day," Tucker commented. This thought cheered the other two back up immediately as all three of them rushed to their final class.
As the trio sat down in their seats, they reflected that maybe Tuesdays weren't so bad after all.
