I would love to say that I couldn't sleep because I was nervous/excited about school. No. I mean, yeah; I'm nervous! Who isn't nervous on their first day of their high school career? So yeah, I was nervous; but I was also scared out of my wits.

What if my powers acted up during school?

I think I can handle the invisibility thing (just as long as I don't bump into people). As for intangiblity and floating...uh, those are a little more complicated. And what if? ... What if I would transform during school?! In the middle of class!

My heart raced as scenario after scenario after scenario of people freaking out when something ghostly happens to me and then they ship me off to a government facility that would do operations and horrible experiments on me. My eyes widen in drowning fear.

Then I'll never be normal again...

That's it. I thought as I shot up to sitting position. I absolutely refuse to become a lab rat for the government... Heck; for anyone.

I scrunched my eyes shut, as I searched inside of myself for the spark. Come on! Where the heck are you hiding? I asked myself as I continued my search. A slight shock that came out of nowhere made me flinch. It also made me smile as I forced the power out, allowing it to transform me. Bright light appeared behind my eyelids. Once it had disappeared, I opened my eyes, surprised at how well I can see in the darkness. I slowly and quietly got out of my bed, noticing that I was still wearing my Christmas hoodie, jeans, and shades.

Okay, that's a plus sign. I thought to myself as I stood in the middle of my room. The clothes that I had put on over this ridiculously jumpsuit are still on me. I breathed out a sigh of relief as I reached for one of my gloves. Now if only I could get these stupid gloves and boots off of me... I tried to take the glove off; but instead, I screamed as my skin followed the glove...as if it had been superglue together. Okay...not that one. I thought to myself as I reached for my other gloved hand. Maybe this one...?

Nope. Same thing. Not only were my gloves seemed to be glued onto my skin, but so were my boots. Panicking slightly, I began to pull from random parts of the black and white jumpsuit. All, where the same way as my gloves and boots.

"You've got to be kidding me!" I shouted into my dark room. My green eyes were burning bright with annoyance and frustration, but mostly fear. I'm stuck wearing this stupid jumpsuit! Great. Just great. I could try to rip the jumpsuit off my skin, but I have a funny feeling that it would be extremely painful if I were to do that. "Fine." I grunted out as I headed towards my bed. "I'll just have to make up some lame excuse to why I'm suddenly wearing a Christmas hoodie, sunglasses, gloves, and boots." I muttered out as I crawled under my blue blanket. I laid there for about ten minutes, trying to change back until I gave up. "Whatever." I said pouting. Suddenly my heart jump started and I transformed back to normal. I immediately growled, flinging my blanket over my head in absolute irritation.

"And you couldn't do this, like, ten minutes ago!?" I yelled into my blanket.


Dawn came way too quick for me as my mother sweeps my blanket off of me.

"DaAanNny!" My Mom said in a cheerful sing-song voice. She was like a shining ray of sunshine; and I was a dark thundercloud, raining on everyone's parade.

"Five more minutes, Mom." I said, burying my head into my pillow. I heard a fast puff of air that blasted through her lips.

"Water treatment?" She suggested. I grumbled as I stood up from my bed. I could see my joyful mother from behind my messy raven hair. She looked at me as if I was the cutest thing in the world. I blinked when I saw a tear in her eye.

"Mom?" I said, my voice suddenly concerned. Why is she going to cry? "What's wrong?" I asked her. I know I'm not in my ghost mode, so that can't be it. I don't feel any coldness, so I know that I'm not invisible or intangible. I can feel all of my body parts... So why is she crying?

Before I could even voice out my concern, my Mom flung her arms around me and squeezed me into one of her famous hugs. I blinked blinding beneath her chest, confused.

"Oh my Baby Boy's growing up!" My Mom whined loudly, piercing my ears. Oh... She sniffled. "His first day of high school!" I rolled my bright blue eyes in annoyance.

"MoOom." I whined. She gave me an extra squeeze before releasing me, but her hands gripped my shoulders as she stared into my eyes with a sweet smile on her face.

Even though I'm totally freaking out (more towards the edge of paranoia) about people finding out that I'm...'abnormal'; but having my Mom stare at me with her eyes full of love and caring made almost all of my worries disappear. Almost.

But still, the scene was as if we were in was one of those sappy chick flicks, with the sunshine sprayed across everything in the room. The mood seemed to be light and full of happiness as we stared at each other. For the first time in the past week, I actually felt joy of being happy started to crawl back in me. The corner of my mouth twitched into a small smile of content. Jeez, how I love this feeling. This feeling of lightness that seems to spread like butter all around the inside of my-

Wait...

I felt my feet left the ground, barely hovering over my carpeted floor. Oh snap!

"Okay Mom!" I said as I swung her around me towards my door. She tried to look at me, a little dazed from what I had just done.

"Danny?" She said with confusion.

"I can't get dressed with you in here!" I told her as I shut the door, keeping her out of my room. I clutched at the door to keep myself sort of on solid ground. Well...that was failing epicly, cuz my feet are now on the door, slowly inching their way higher while scrunching up my body like a pop can. I waited by the door until I heard my mother's footsteps disappeared far away. I sighed, my grip loosened, and I shot up into the air.

"No!" I shouted as I sped towards the ceiling. "I DO NOT want to get clucked by the ceiling AGAIN!" Suddenly, I stopped in midair; my entire body whiplashing.

Ugh... Now here's some ghostly advice:

Never stop in midair...

You'll get whiplash.


A few minutes later, I dropped from the ceiling and dashed towards my bathroom; speed-dressing before my parents question to why I'm moving so slowly. Once fully dressed, I grabbed my dull purple backpack as I exited the bathroom. I was about to go downstairs when a tingling feeling traveled all around my body. I huffed while rolling my eyes as I pass through my bedroom floor and into the kitchen; where I became solid.

The only other person in the kitchen was my older sister Jazz, who was too busy reading her book to notice anything abnormal happening. I dropped my notebook filled backpack besides my chair. It was only then when Jazz peered her head over her book.

"Hey Lil' Bro." She said, grinning.

"Hey Big Sis." I said. Then I notice her clothes, making my eyebrow raise slightly. "Jazz...why are you still wearing your pajamas?"

"Elementary my dear Lil' Brother." Jazz said in a horrible impression of Sherlock Holmes. Her turquoise pajamas covered her arms. "Today, only Freshmen go to school." I blinked a couple of times.

"Wait...what?" I asked her. She beamed at me, enjoying the fact that I'm confused.

"Today, only Freshmen-such as yourself-go to school."

"Um...why?" I asked her. Jazz rolled her eyes in annoyance.

"Be-cause." Jazz said in voice that seemed like she was talking to a four-year-old instead of a 14-year-old. "Without everyone else there, you guys can easily find out where your classes are and to figure how the day runs until the next day, when we, the upper classmen, come in." I blinked a couple of times before her words slowly made sense to me.

"Oh." I said. Jazz smirked before returning her eyes to her book while I went over to the counter to fix myself some breakfast.

While she was reading, I had a few...'incidents' that involved with my powers. First of all, my hands went tangible as I grabbed a bowl (good thing I decided to use the plastic one). Then they decided to be funny and passed through the orange juice container (again, good thing I only had the orange juice not even five inches above the counter when it happened). My arm went invisible about twice; my hand three times. My lower half completely disappeared, only to be replaced with a black see-through tail (which I totally freaked out about). Once I sat at the table, my entire body went intangible, and I wounded up in the basement. Huffing and puffing like I was about to blow the house down, I stomped upstairs. Jazz glanced at me, confusion on her face as I entered the kitchen.

"Since when-" She began to say.

"Don't even bother." I shot at her, my fists clenched as I sat back at the table and began to chug down my cereal. She looked at me, her face full of concern; but I ignored her as I finished my breakfast. My parents appeared once I had put my dishes in the sink.

"Well, Danny?" My Dad said, grabbing my attention. I turned towards my dorky parents. "Are you ready for your first day of high school?"

"To tell ya the truth, no." I said. My Mom flashed me a small smile.

"Don't worry sweetie." She said, her eyes full of pride.

"Everything will be just fine."


"Have a great day at school, Danny!" My Mom called out from the megaphone. I flinched, my face already beginning to redden with heat from embarrassment. I had just barely left the RV when she shouted that.

Why couldn't you just tell me that in the RV? I thought to myself glumly.

Every kid (that was here this early) stared at me; some had expressions of pure enjoyment while others had looks of pity. And all of them were so glad that they didn't have my parents. "Your Mother loves you, Sweetie-Pie!"

I face palmed myself as I heard other Freshmen began to giggle.

"Yes, have a great day son!" My Dad's deep voice joined my mother's. "And remember. You're a Fenton, Danny!" Thanks for reminding me, Dad... I thought bitterly to myself as I stalked closer to the school and away from my parents.

"And who the heck are you?!" Cried out a fellow Freshman.

Oh-no...

"Dad!" I shouted, spinning around like a whirlwind. "Please! Please don't-"

"Who am I? Who AM I?!" My Dad yelled into the megaphone. "Well I'm Jack Fenton; world-class ghost hunter and Danny Fenton's father!"

Can I please die? I glumly thought to myself as the schoolyard turned into an uproar of laughter and finger pointing...at me. Please? Please let me die? I'm only halfway there...

"Danny!" I heard a familiar voice. I turned, and the corners of my mouth went upwards.

"Tucker!" I shouted back as I made my way towards my best friend. We met underneath a tree halfway between the school and the road. I gave Tucker a hug. Once I had released him, he blinked at me-confused. "That is my apology from being a total jerk yesterday." I quickly explained.

Even though I've decided to keep my powers a secret from my two best friends, that doesn't mean that I'm allowed to act like a jerk.

Tucker smiled slightly.

"Apology almost accepted." He said. I raised my eyebrow.

"Almost?"

"You owe me a double Nasty Burger." Tucker said with a glint of mischief. I rolled my cool blue eyes at him.

"Fine." I said, wanting to make it up to him. I guess I might as well buy Sam a tofu sandwich as an apology too.

Tucker and I spent the next few minutes discussing about a new game coming out on the PC called 'Doom', when Sam strolled up to us.

"Hey, Sam." I said.

"What's up? You look like you're mad." Tucker asked. I turned towards Tucker in confusion. Um...we're kind of at school Tucker... That's why she's mad. He saw me looking at him, and he rolled his hazel eyes. "Clueless..." He mumbled. I grinned.

"Hey, I heard that." I said to Tucker. Tucker looked at me with slight fear.

"What? You heard what?"

"You calling me clueless."

"Dude, you heard me mutter that under my breath?"

"Uh...it wasn't really under your breath if I could hear it." I told him. Tucker just gave me a hard stare before shaking his head dismissively. I chortled and then looked at Sam.

Uh...by the way Sam is practically glaring at me, which tells me that I'm in it for my life. Heck, she looks like she could murder anyone right now! I gulped as I voiced out my concern.

"What's wrong, Sam?" I asked carefully. She just stared at me hard.

"You were being a total jerk yesterday." She stated the obvious. I sighed.

"Yeah, I'm sorry." I said, my head lowered, raven hair covered my view of Sam. Absentmindly, I felt a small shock.

...A shock?

"Sorry doesn't help any, Danny." She spat out at me. Jeez, why is she being so rude? I know I was being a jerk yesterday, but I most certainly don't deserve this kind of attitude. I felt my eyes beginning to burn.

"How about a tofu sandwich?" I asked, trying to apologize for my behavior from yesterday. apparently, she didn't like that, for her violet eyes went livid with anger.

"WHAT THE HECK DOES A TOFU SANDWICH HAS SOMETHING TO DO WITH YOU!?" She yelled into the air. Every single Freshman at Casper High gawked at Sam's loud outburst. Nervousness nawed in my stomach. I was about to reply that the tofu sandwich is an apology from me, but something in Sam's words made me stop. Instead, I asked Sam a question.

"Sam. What do you mean by 'something to do with you?'" I asked her. Sam's glared grew hard.

"Okay, Captain Oblivious." Sam said rudely to me. "If you haven't realized lately, you've been a jerk since the Accident." I rolled my eyes at Sam.

"I know that!" I shouted at her. "That's why I'm trying to make it up to you by buying you a tofu sandwich!"

"A tofu sandwich isn't gonna kill your jerky attitude!"

"Then what do you want me to do!" I screamed at her. Tucker was cowering behind his PDA during my entire exchange with Sam. Sam's eyes narrowed.

"Tell us what's happening to you." Sam said.

Uh...no. I'll not telling you guys anything. I thought to myself.

I was just about to tell Sam, 'There's nothing happening to me'; when a spark gutted my...guts?

Oh-no. I thought, my blue eyes wide in fear as the spark traveled up my spine. Not now! Not in front of everyone else! I gritted my teeth as I clenched to my sides, trying to keep the power from within from coming out to the open. Sam and Tucker looked at me funny; probably because of my expression on my face.

"Danny? Are you okay, man?" Tucker asked. I really wanted to tell him, 'Do I look okay to you?', but another-more powerful-spark shocked my nerves.

"Aaaaa-! I'm fine." I said quickly to cover up my somewhat version of a manly scream. ... Okay...that was more of a little girl's scream, but who cares? Sam and Tucker's faces were so full of concern and worry that just seeing them pained me.

"Danny?" Sam said as she reached out for my shoulder. "I don't think you're fine." She said as her hand touched my shoulder.

Show them. Thing One and Two chanted at the same time. Show them who you really are.

A spark struck my heart still as a coldness whirled around inside my body.

Maybe I should show them. I found myself thinking. Maybe I should, so that they could-

Freak. Said the little girl's voice.

I'm a freak...and what does everyone; family, friends, and strangers; what do they all do to freaks...?

They kill the freak.

My senses went on high alert, a power rippling just under the surface of my skin. I know that I'm gonna transform, I know it. And Sam and Tucker are gonna see me transform...and they're gonna see me as a-

Freak.

No! I thought as I twirled around and dashed towards the nearest hiding place.

"Danny!" My two best friends cried out at once as they ran to catch up to me.

Shoot! I thought as I ran towards the dreaded school building, the power inside of me was crawling its way out into the open. I need to find somewhere to transform and quick! I glanced down and almost tripped on myself from the horrid sight...

There's now a white glow that surrounds my entire body! This cannot be good! My head whips around, trying to find the nearest restroom. My eyes rested with relief once I had spotted a men's restroom. Dashing inside of it, I slammed the door shut, and flung myself into a stall. Before I even knew it, the white ring appeared from my torso; its energy burning me as I screamed from the pain. In no time at all, I was once again a ghost.

I panted as I exited the stall, quickly throwing up my hood and my shades to hide my abnormal hair and eye color. I had barely got to the restroom door when Tucker comes flying in (not literally).

"Dude!" Tucker shouted, slightly panting. "Why...*huff*..why did you...*huff*...run?"

"Because..." I said, trying to make up a good excuse. "I had to do a...a... ... A number Two?" I ended lamely. Tucker's eyes widen a tiny bit.

"Oh..." He said, unsure of what to say. Then he realized what I was wearing. "You weren't wearing that earlier..." He said, pointing to the horrid Christmas hoodie. I rolled my eyes behind my shades.

"I wasn't." I agreed. "But it's cold in here, Tuck."

"Okay... But why are you wearing the shades that I had gave you?" I flinched, biting my tongue.

"Mindgrain." I said simply. I could tell that Tucker wasn't done asking me questions, but the bell rang. Quickly using this opportunity to distract Tucker, I grabbed his arms and hauled him out of the bathroom. "Come on! We're gonna be late to class!"

"Dude! Why are you so cold! ... And you're wearing gloves?!" He shouted in my ears. I ignored him as I tugged him along to our home room.


We had just entered our home room before the last bell rang. I sighed, relieved that I already knew where I'm going ahead of time because of Jazz. Sam gestured us to sit near her as we waited for the other students, that were still wondering the hallways to find their rooms. I glanced at Sam, who was giving me a very stern look.

"What?" I asked annoyed.

"Oh nothing." Sam replied mockingly. "I'm just wondering why you've all of sudden wearing: gloves, boots, a hoodie, and sunglasses inside a building. Oh, and let's not forget the fact that your voice seems to echo..." Sam finished in a whisper. Goosebumps popped all over my skin at her observations. She already knows that something is different about me. "So you might as well tell us now than later." Sam added in, but harshly. I became hostile from her words, a boiling hot anger was slowly consuming me.

"Mind your own business, Sam." I growled at her; enjoying the fear that had crossed her face.

"Danny-" Sam began but the teacher called the class to order. I smirked and turned my gaze to the teacher; but I know that Sam isn't done with me just yet.

We spent the next hour or so going through the school district's little yellow handbook of boredom. Of course, many students were already asleep or halfway there. As for me? I wish it was the same. Well...it would've been, if the Accident had never happened!

Yeah, during the entire hour or so of going over boring rules, my powers were being a true pain-in-the-butt! (And that's the nice way to say that.) My entire body kept on going intangible to tangible. My hands disappeared several times (and once my head). Sometimes my butt would leave my seat and I would have to anchor myself to my chair. By the time the bell rang (signaling our first period), I was completely worn out-and it was only the first 95 minutes of school! I sighed as I followed the flow of the crowd.

"Human Growth is our first period, right?" Sam asked, glancing down at her schedule. Tucker's arms shot cheerfully into the air.

"Whoot-whoot!" Tucker cried out happily. "I get to learn about girls' body parts! And how to-" But before Tucker could say anything else, Sam stuffed his mouth with his schedule. (Yeah, his mouth was that wide open to easily stuff a crumpled piece of paper inside it.) I hid my face behind my mouth, chuckling. Sam shot a glare at me.

"Danny, don't you forget that you still need to explain to us why you're like this." She said, gesturing to my outfit. I grunted, crossing my arms over my chest. Once Sam gets her nose into something, its hard to get it back out...just like Jazz... Sam rolled her purple eyes at me. "Just admit it Danny." She said, annoyed. "Admit...that you're..." She quickly glance around us before leaning her head towards mine. Tucker followed the suite, not wanting it to be left out.

"That you're a ghost." Sam whispered. I went completely rigid.

She knows... And by the look of Tucker's face, he knows too... They pulled away; Sam's hands were on her hips while Tucker's were holding the straps to his backpack. They both stared at me, waiting for my reply.

"Uh..." I began, but I was interrupted by the bell. A grin spread across my face. "Oh, look, we're gonna be late!" I said as I ran to our next class.

"Danny, wait up!" I heard Tucker call out from behind.


Human Growth bored me to sleep, along with everyone else. But of course, the second I lose concentration, my powers would cause chaos for me. (Do I really need to go into the details?) So, reluctantly, I forced myself to stay awake; while increasingly becoming exhausted.

At first, all I was thinking about was whether or not to tell Sam and Tucker. I mean, from what it sounds like, they've already figured out that I'm not really normal anymore... And it sure sounds like they know that I'm some kind of...ghost. But what kind of ghost can be alive one second, dead the next, and back to being alive! Aren't ghosts, like, dead? They shouldn't even be alive! So...

How come I'm alive?

I groaned, letting my head dropped onto my desk; debating whether or not to tell my best friends my secret. I mean, yeah. They were sort of there when the Accident happened. They saw me as that...ghost. So, frankly, they should be the ones that I should talk to, to trust with my secret. But some part of me really doesn't want to face the rejection that they might dish out because of what I've become. They might even start to fear me; and call the government or something to haul me away without a second thought! Would they really do that to me? Would they?

A spark interrupted my thoughts.

No! I thought panicky as the spark traveled up my spine. I can't change here! I quickly glanced around, trying to figure out how to get out of this situation. My eyes rested on the door, recalling the restrooms not even twenty feet away. That could work. But I really don't want to ask the teacher if I could use the restroom, especially since it's the first day and all. Maybe I could wait-

The spark fizzled my heart to life, pain registered in my brain.

Okay, maybe I can't wait that long. I corrected myself as my hand shot up into the air. The teacher gave me a glare before calling on my name.

"What is it, Mr. Fenton?" She asked. I grimaced from the pain, and from the humiliating laughter that I know will soon follow my question.

"Um...I really need to use the restroom." I said, sweating slightly. She gave me a hard look before she gestured her head towards the door.

"Alright, you can-" I didn't even get to hear her finish as I bolted as humanly possible from the classroom, mild laughter following me out of the door. I went straight into the restroom, passing through the door on accident. I just randomly picked a stall and slammed the door behind me, instantly transforming myself back into a human.

"Phew." I said, unlocking the stall door as I exited. I glanced into the mirror, making sure that I'm really normal.

Yup. Normal, black-haired, blue-eyed, skinny teenager of freaky parents. I smirked to myself as I left the bathroom and returned to Human Growth. The teacher's eyebrow (which looked almost like a unibrow) rose as I entered the room.

"Weren't you wearing a sweatshirt...and shades?" She asked me. Good thing she didn't say anything about the gloves and boots.

"I'm much warmer now." I said simply. "And my head doesn't hurt that much anymore." That's my excuse for wearing the shades-for my make-believe headache. The teacher looked at me puzzled before shrugging to herself. Taking that as a sign that I'm dismissed; I walked back to my seat and sat once more.

Once again, I began to wonder whether or not it'll be a good idea or bad for Sam and Tucker to know about my secret. Again, they were there at the Accident. Again, they seem to know that I've become a ghost...somewhat. But still...

There's that possibility that they won't accept me. That they would tell someone and I would be sent off to be tested like a lab rat. That they'll call me a...

Freak.

I grimaced as my stomach turned from these dark thoughts.

That's it. I thought to myself, looking down at the stupid guidelines for this class. I'm not gonna tell them, no matter what!

Because, frankly, I would rather be a jerk and they just quit being my friends (which I really hope that that doesn't happen) than the possibility of being rejected and screwed for the rest of my life.

Oh...wait.

I'm already screwed!


Math wasn't any better. Well, at least Sam and Tucker weren't in the same class as me (for they are really good at math). In fact, I did fell asleep; and the next thing I knew, I was in the basement's broiler room. I sighed, trekking my way back to my classroom.

It would be nice if I could turn intangible/invisible so that no one would notice me. I thought to myself as I approached my classroom. As I neared the door, I felt the tingling along with the overwhelming coldness that seemed to flow around the inside of my body. I looked at my hands, which had vanished from sight. Hoping that my powers were actually listening to me, I entered the classroom by passing through the door. I felt accomplishment as I easily passed through the door and entered the classroom. I began to walk, but realized that my shoes were making too much noise.

Darn it. I wish I could fly... The second that thought passed through my mind, a weightlessness descended unto my body, causing me to float. I flailed at bit, trying to get myself balanced. Okay...so maybe floating wasn't such a good idea... I thought as I almost knock over a display of planets.

...

Why are there planets in a math room?

...

Nevermind. I thought to myself as I floated cautiously towards my seat, thankfully still invisible. Once I had seated myself, I quickly glanced around to make sure no one was paying attention as I let the coldness disappear back into its hiding place. I looked down at my hands.

Yup, I'm visible again. I slouched in my seat, sighing with relief.

"Danny?" My teacher called out my name. I froze like a deer in headlights.

"Y-y-yes?" I stuttered out, my heart beating, like, a million miles per second.

"I must've skipped over you when we were introducing ourselves." My teacher said. "Why don't cha come up to the front of the class and tell us: your name, your hobbies, and what you did over the summer." I sighed as I got up to the front, feeling more exhausted than ever...and already wanting this day to end. Just four more hours, Fenton, just four more hours... I told myself silently in my head as I faced the class.


Sam and Tucker were probably already in the gym since they had class together for the last period. I didn't mind the fact that my two best friends had a class together that didn't include me in it. Jeez, I think I would've failed their high-leveled math class the second I even look into their classroom.

I shuddered, recalling the strange equations that Tucker showed me from last year. I mean, math is for numbers only; not letters! I sure hope I don't have to do deal with them anytime soon. I suck at math with just the numbers alone!

I was about to enter the hallway that would lead me to the gym when I heard a very, very familiar voice.

"Fenton!" Cried out a voice that was somewhere between a man and a teen. I gulped as fear smothered me. I know that voice...

That was the voice of Dash Baxter; my favorite bully of all time. Don't cha love the sarcasism there? I turned around, knowing that I would see rage in his dark blue eyes, his short blond hair all gelled up. I spotted the tall, superior classmate. There are rumors going around in school that he's gonna be the star quarter back on our football team...even though he's only a freshman! Still, you would think that he'd be one of those nice and kind popular kids that would leave you alone, right?

I wished that it was true as the hulk of muscles towered over me in a red-letter jacket. Adruptly, his hand shot out and roughly shoved me painfully against the lockers with a loud bang. I gritted my teeth as I felt my eyes burning with torrential rage, questioning myself in my head.

Why does Dash always have to pick on me?! I'm freakin' sickin' tired of it! I quickly shut my eyes closed when I felt them turn to that toxic green. I sure hope that Dash didn't see them...

"Where's my lunch money, Fen-Turd!" He shouted, implying his favorite nickname for me. I relaxed a bit, realizing that he didn't notice anything abnormal.

That was my mistake.

He must've took my relaxation like I wasn't afraid of him. That I wasn't worried about him beating me up or something; for the next thing I knew, a fist flew out of nowhere and smacked me in my left eye. I shouted in pain as I felt the wall left my back, Dash still held my collar. I felt a bruise beginning to painfully form.

"Well, Fen-TURD? Where's my lunch money?" Dash nearly snarled at me.

Okay, so far I have a black eye in my left, my back is stiff from his handling, and I'm extremely PO-ed now. He always have to pick on me! Every single darn day! It's always the same thing! I'm so freakin' tired of it! That's it! I'm sooooooooo gonna stand up for myself!

"I don't have it, Bax-TURD." I said, grinning stupidly. Bax-TURD. Hee, hee, hee. Sounds like a certain swear word.

His face went red with rage as I slowly realized myself mistake.

Oh...this is so not good... I thought to myself as Dash hurled me into a locker and slammed it shut, smacking my face with the door. The loud bang rang painfully in my ears.

"See ya later, Fen-TURD!" Dash boomed. He chuckled loudly as he went on his way to class. I sighed in the darkness, all cramped from the small space. ... Frankly, I'm surprised that I could even fit in here... Oh well. I thought to myself dully as I tried to make myself comfortable. It's gonna be a long wait until...

Wait-a-minute...

I have ghost powers! I could just go intangible! immediately, I clenched my eyes shut, focusing and concentrating as I looked for that tingling feeling that usually corresponds with intangibility. However, it wasn't until ten minutes had passed until someone opened the locker-the owner. I fell out and landed on the floor. The owner looked at me with shock and confusion as I stood up, brushing myself off. I, then, turned towards the owner, glaring.

"What?" I spat out at the still staring teen. "Got a problem with me taking a nap in your locker?" The teen still stared at me, then shaking his head as I stormed off. He muttered something, and because of my enhanced hearing, I heard him as clear as day.

"Freak." He muttered under his breath as he rummaged around his locker. I faltered, my eyes wide in pain.

Freak...


Gym was absolute torture for me. Sam and Tucker were there; and them being around me didn't seem to help with the matters of my powers. Again, I felt an overwhelming desire to 'show' them my other side. I bit back the power that was crawling throughout my entire essence. By the time gym class had ended, I was so moody that I might as well be an atomic bomb. I gritted my teeth as I filed with the other Freshmen to the cafeteria for lunch.

"Danny!" Tucker called out from the crowd. I bit my lip as I turned towards him and Sam. Again, I felt that want; and again, I fought against it as my two best friends approached me.

"What?" I shot out sourly. I bit my lip as my friends approached me. A frosty coldness began to crawl under my skin.

"Danny, you've been giving us the cold shoulder all day." Sam stated to me. I grimaced as the power became more violent inside of me. "Since we now have lunch; its high time you tell us what's happening to you."

"For the last time, Sam." I growled out, annoyance was burning me up like a log dosed with igniter fuild. "Nothing is HAPPENING to ME!"

I just HAD to say that, didn't I? For a split second later, one of the biggest shocks that I had ever felt since the Accident racked my body, burning everything inside of me. I nearly screamed from the pain, doubling over to the point that I almost lost my balance. Luckily, Sam and Tucker grabbed me before my head made it to the floor.

"Danny!" They cried out in unison, their voices ringing in my ears.

"Are you okay?" Sam asked. I shot her glare as another shockwave burned through my body, once again causing me to scream out loud from the pain. Do I look and sound like I'm okay to you? I thought numbly.

"Dude, what's happening?!" Tucker asked, freaking out. I really don't blame him, for my body was spazzing out of my control as if I was having a seizure or something. I panted worse than a hot dog, still trying to force the power back to where it came from...

"Tucker, we should bring him to the nurse's office." Sam suggested, concerned. For a moment, I paused as Sam's words were slowly embedded into my mind.

"Forget the n-n-n-nurse, Sam!" Tucker shouted at her, stuttering slightly at the word 'nurse'. "He needs to go to the h-h-hos-hospital!"

Uh...no. I thought to myself as I moved my numbed limbs. Sam and Tucker still had a grip on me as I slowly stood up; still shuddering as if electricity was crawling everywhere from the inside of my body, still gasping.

I can't hold this much longer... I thought dully to myself, sweat trailing down my forehead as I looked for a safe place to transform. The ghastly power was still stinging my nerves as if I'm in a campfire with flames licking my skin. My eyes widen on the Jantior's closet door...that could work.

I took a step towards it, then another, and another. Sam and Tucker had let go of their grasps and watched me as I stumbled towards the door.

"Danny?" Sam asked.

A spark attacked my heart.

And I bolted.

I rushed at the door, flinging it open as if it was just a piece of paper, and I was slamming it shut when something abruptly stopped the door from shutting completely closed. I glanced down, my eyes instantly turned green in irritation before returning back to normal.

Of course it would be Sam's boot that had stopped the door from shutting. Then, her hand and head appeared from the crack.

"Danny! What's going on?" She said, opening the door more so that Tucker could see me too. "You've suddenly turned pale and your body is acting like it's having a seizure... What's happening to you?"

I shook my head; still spazzing out like crazy. My powers...they're getting...out of my control... The statement hung in my mind. Another round of sparks shocked my organs, causing me to gasp from the blinding pain. My nerves are going crazy!

"Dude!" Tucker shouted once I suddenly doubled over, spazzing out of control.

"Danny!" The both cried out, huddling over me as I continued to exhibit siezure-like jerky movements.

I...can't...hold it...any...more... I numbly thought to myself as the pain blasted through my nerves and senses. My eyes were focused on the opened door. If I...were to trans...form...now... I thought painfully to myself, not bothering to end it. I can only guess what would happen if people had found out what I really am. I am aware of Sam and Tucker freaking out over me, their expressions a mixture of: concern, worry, and fright. Their garbling underwater voices reached my ears, but I couldn't tell heads or tails of what they're saying. It's then, I realized, that my senses are getting dimmer as the pain burns throughout my body.

Another spark. This time, arching over my spinal cord. I gasped from the pain, once again my eyes landed on the opened doorway.

"Get out and shut the door." I mumbled weakly; still not wanting Sam and Tucker to know what I had truly become. They blinked at me as if I was insane (which I kind of am), their mouths opened in protest.

"We're not leaving you!" Sam said.

"Yeah!" Tucker said, quickly agreeing with her...for once. "Danny, you're in a lot of pain. Let us help you!"

"Help...me?" I snarled at them, my face dark with frustration as my body's shudders became even more severe. I could feel my mind losing it. My reasoning skills were slowly vanishing as I exhausted myself from holding this power back. I welcomed a dull numbing feeling into my head, but it still didn't help the fact that I was losing this war between my living half and my dead half; my dead half winning.

A pool of energy gathered around my torso area, snapping me back into awareness.

If anyone sees me transform... I thought to myself as my eyes stared in horror at the opened doorway. It seemed like it was only the door and me, floating in a black space. The little girl and the teen's voices echoed in the darkness of my mind.

Freak...

I rushed at the door, slamming it completely closed as the shudders became even more present. I quickly backed away from door. That way, the light from the transformation wouldn't be so notica-

It was only when Sam and Tucker were back into my line of sight did I realized that I just had made a terrible mistake. I halted, my front facing the door and my two best friends; their backs were towards the door, providing even more cover for me.

"Danny? What was that all-" Tucker began to say; but before he could finish, an overwhelming power choked me causing me to cut him off.

I was wailing.

Yup, you heard that, I was wailing...like a ghost; I guess.

For the power had finally found the cracks to my defenses and easily torn them down. The shocks became to a degree of instantly burning my insides to a crisp as I screamed out bloody murder. I doubled over, my arms wrapped around my waist as I continued to agony scream from the overwhelming pain. My eyes were super glued shut as the shocks abruptly stopped its attack.

But I knew what was about to happen next; for that otherworldly power settled into my being as energy bursts from my torso.

I didn't need to open my eyes, for I know that the ring of light was now splitting itself into two; traveling their separate ways, forcing me to become dead as I continued to scream like a banshee.


Terrible ain't I?

I apologize for any spelling/grammar mistakes... I didn't even bothered to sent this Microsoft Word...

And I'm sorry if some parts doesn't make any sense...bleh.

I hope this is a little more clear about why Danny didn't tell Sam and Tucker about his ghost powers. If not, please send me a review and I'll make sure Danny will go more in detail next time. ^^

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