It took me three times. THREE TIMESto get my lunch. Reason why?

My hands kept on going intangible.

The first time, I was like; fine, whatever. However, the second time, I got annoyed. And as for the third time? Sam just grabbed my tray before the lunch lady could even hand it to me. I blinked at Sam's action. She's actually near meat! Today, the school's serving Sloppy Joe with French fries and a choice between fruit or veggies….and she's actually near it!

Feeling like I was imposing on Sam, I offered to hold her bag lunch for her. She shot me look that said, 'Are purposely being stupid? Or are you really that stupid?' Defeated, I let her carry my lunch, along with her own outside where Tucker was waiting for us. After that, we made our way towards the stadium and settled down on the bleachers a few rows higher than the field. I was relieved when my I found out that I could eat my lunch; and quickly dove in. Sam and Tucker were eating also, but I felt their eyes on me as we ate in silence.

"S-o-o…" Sam began, stretching the one symbol word into two. "Let me guess… You became a ghost because of the Accident, correct?" I stared at Sam, quickly glancing to my other side at Tucker. He cracked a sly smile at my expression.

"Dude, did you really think we're that stupid or something?" Tucker said, his smile growing broader.

They knew…

And yet…

"And what exactly was the point of me explaining myself?!" I shouted out exasperatingly. Anger coiled just under the surface, wanting to lash out from frustration.

"Well…that's the thing, Danny." Sam said her voice softer than usual. I could actually feel the sadness from the way her amethyst eyes dulled. "Me and Tuck…we've been denying it… The fact that you're ghost… We just…we just really didn't want to believe what we saw…"

Just like me… I thought numbly to myself, my anger disappearing like lightning.

At first, I just denied the fact that something must've went totally wrong with my body; claiming to be some side effect to the medication or something. But then, it got to the point that it became a little too real. And, of course, when I finally found out that it really was true, that all these things were truly happening me…

"Yeah, dude." Tucker interjected. "We had to convince ourselves that what we saw that day was just our imaginations. When we heard that you've finally came home, he just had to ask you…and then…that's when…"

"That's when my eyes turned green." I finished, recalling the day. Sam and Tucker nodded, concern mixed with fear burned from their eyes.

"That's when we realized that it wasn't just our imaginations…" Sam continued. She glanced down at lap, her hands interlocking with each other right beside her food. "That what had happened to you…that it made you…a….a…."

"A ghost." Tucker finished for Sam, who had tears in her eyes. I was completely shocked at Sam's sudden reveal of her emotions. As a Goth, one does not show any emotion what-so-ever, no matter what; and yet, here she is, beginning to cry…

Over me…

"I'm not a ghost." I said. They both looked at me with annoyance.

"Dude, there's no point in denying it." Tucker said.

"Yeah, cuz there's absolutely no way a living human could-oh, let's see: disappear, can pass through solid objects, have an abnormality about them, and can change their appearance at will." Sam added, backing up Tucker. I grumbled slightly.

"Okay, okay, I'm a ghost." I said, giving in. "But that's the thing…I think… I think…

"I'm only half ghost."

Okay, insert a very long and awkward silence that seem to stretch to millions of years as Sam and Tucker stared at me in utter disbelief and bewilderment.

"Half ghost?" Tucker repeated.

"How can someone be half ghost?" Sam asked. "And why half, and not full?" At her question, I practically growled at her, causing her to flinch away from me.

"Well, how else can I explain it?" I grunted out. "Even I still have no idea what's happening to me!"

"Then why do you say that you're only half ghost?" Tucker asked. I sigh, knowing that what I'm about to say will bring up bad memories.

"Cuz I met a full ghost a few days ago." I whispered quietly, my sandwich on the lunch tray. Suddenly, I didn't feel hungry anymore, and I pushed the tray away in mild disgust.

"Wait-you met a FULL ghost?" Sam echoed my words.

"A ghost that's dead?!" Tucker nearly shrieked. I was about to punch him for his stupid outburst; but Sam beat me to it by Gibb-smacking him. "Hey! Ouch! That hurts, Sam!"

"Then don't say stupid stuff like that!" Sam shouted at him.

"I just wanted clarification…" Tucker grumbled. Sam's eyes rolled in annoyance.

"I swear, sometimes you're more clueless than Danny!" She told him, gesturing to me with her hands. I frowned at her.

"Hey! I'm not clueless!" I retorted.

"Yeah, that's totally why you're not even realizing that you're going through the bleachers." Tucker bitterly said, and then his teal eyes went wide. Sam's eyes followed right after his. I blinked a couple of times, realizing that everything around is getting bigger before I looked down at my lower half of my body.

"Gah!" I yelped, as my waist slowly slips through the metal seats. I looked back up to my best friends with pleading eyes. "Help me!" I cried out.

Sam and Tucker leapt off of their seats and each grabbed one of my arms, tugging me up. Once my entire body was out in the open, I hung from Sam and Tucker until my lower half of my body went solid once more.

"Thanks guys." I said, breathing a sigh of relief once my feet touched the metal bleachers. They stared in awe at my feet, making me roll my eyes in annoyance. "Guys, you can stop staring now. It's not like they're gonna suddenly grow five feet long with purple hair growing on the top." Sam and Tucker both shot me a look of bemusement.

"And if that were to happen?" Sam asked haughtily. Suddenly, I felt uncomfortable and unsure.

"Then…um…I'm definitely screwed." I answered her.

"Anyways." Tucker said, grabbing our attentions as he sat back down onto the bleachers. "About you being only half ghost?" I sighed, also returning to my seat, Sam settling in hers. I waited for a few moments before I began.

"Friday night, we went out to eat and I was wearing that stupid sweater, shades, and jeans because-"

"You were in your ghost form." Sam stated. I rolled my eyes for good measure before continuing.

"Either way, yes, I was in my 'ghost form'; and about halfway during dinner when my body wanted to transform."

"Wait." Tucker ordered, interrupting my story. "What do you mean by that? Your body wanted to transform?"

"I guess…" I answered my Techno Geek friend. "I mean, I didn't want to transform in the middle of the restaurant, but my body-my powers-whatever, wanted to; and it does what it wants, whether I like it or not.

"Okay, so yeah, I was freaking out and ended up transforming in the alleyway. Well, it turns out that this little girl saw me and-"

"Wait! She saw you transform!?" Sam interrupted me with her shouting. My eyes flinched shut from her sudden outburst. I opened them slightly, peeved.

"Yes, she did. And-"

"Dude! That's terrible!" Tucker shouted from behind me. "She could've told the police about you! Or some government agency!" My eyes shut again, and this time, I allowed them to blaze green as I glared at Tucker.

"She didn't. Because SHE was the GHOST that I MET!" I snapped at him. Tucker cowered away from me, hiding behind his arm. "Now would you both quit interrupting me so that I can tell my story!?" I waited for both of them to nod their heads before I felt my eyes return to normal, and continued.

"Anyways. She saw me transform and asked me if I could help find her way home. So after some of her….persuasion…I agreed to help her find her way home. Well…it turns out that her home is in the Ghost Zone..." I said awkwardly as I rubbed the base of my hair line on the back of my neck. Sam and Tucker were silent as dread rose in my throat. "And she…and she wanted me to come with her, but I told her no because my home is here." I said, gesturing to everything around us. "Then…she….she…

"Called me a Freak…" I said, my voice choking itself. I took a deep breath, slightly trembling as I repeated the girl's words to my two best friends. "She said that I'm alive, but also dead. That I'm a ghost, but not a ghost… So, in other words…I'm-"

"Half ghost." Sam said. I glanced at her, blinking at her words. Sam's face became confused as I continued to stare at her. "Um…Danny? What's wrong? Why are you staring at me like that?"

"Uh…because you didn't call me a Freak?" I answered her with my own question.

"And why would I call you a Freak, Danny?" Sam asked. I blinked at her.

"Because I am one." I answered. Sam rolled her purple eyes, and then she looked past me to Tucker.

"Tucker, can you please tell Danny that he's not a freak." Sam told him. I whipped around to face Tucker, who looked up from his PDA, a mouth full of food.

"Mff?" He questioned us. I frowned at him; along with Sam.

"You know what? Forget about what Tucker thinks." Sam said, her arms crossing over her chest. Tucker's frowned, gulping his food.

"Hey!" He shouted at the Goth girl. "For your information, I was searching for 'half ghosts' on the web."

That most certainly peeked up Sam's and my undivided attention onto our technology-friendly buddy. Tucker smirked once he had our attention.

"Whadda ya find?" Sam asked, excitement barely contained in her voice.

"Um…" Tucker began, smiling uncomfortably as we waited for his answer. "Well…you see…

"You're either dead or alive. That's what the internet said…" He finished, staring at me. I gulped, knowing that somehow, this isn't gonna end well. "Danny, maybe you're not a ghost at all, you just somehow absorbed…the…'powers' of a….ghost?" He lamely ended his statement with an equally lame suggestion.

I shook my head, totally disagreeing with my friend.

"No way." I said.

"Danny, it's impossible for you to be half ghost when a ghost is a dead person." Tucker said, frowning at me and my stubbornness.

"Yeah, that's the thing. I am dead." I stated. The instant those words left my mouth, Sam grabbed my left wrist and pressed her thumb over my artery.

"Then why do you have a pulse?" Sam asked me. I frowned at her, gently removing my wrist from her hand.

"Because, when I look normal, I'm also alive." I answered starkly.

"Then when you're in your ghost form, then you're dead?" Tucker wondered aloud.

Before I could even answer him, a spark numbed my insides. I gritted my teeth as a ring of light appeared at the end of my left hand. My eyebrows rose in confusion as the ring traveled up my arm, towards my shoulder. When it hit my shoulder, it suddenly grew bigger, allowing it to continue traveling over my body to the other side, shrinking again as it traveled down my other arm. Once it reached the end of my right hand, it disappeared, leaving me fully transformed into my…ghost form…I guess.

I realized, with a start, that I was once again wearing my jeans and shades. Now how come it's on me now and not when I had transformed in front of Sam and Tucker? Shaking my head in confusion, I focused on pulling the stupid Christmas sweater back on my body.

I had just finished pulling the sleeves on me when my shades left my sight, allowing the light to somewhat blind me. I grunted at the person who took my shades.

"Tucker…" I growled at him, annoyance flashing red hot across my eyes. Tucker stared at me, his mouth slightly hanging open in disbelief, my shades in his slack hands.

"Dude, your eyes are so…green." He said in awe. Then his teal eyes traveled to my hair. "And your hair…it's so white…like snow…"

"Thanks for the obvious, Tuck." I grunted out, swiping my shades from his hands.

Not a moment later, did Sam's hand locked onto my left wrist, pressing firmly against my artery. I bristled at her touch. I whipped my head at her.

"What?" I spatted out. She shot me a glare before answering.

"You're breathing. But you have no pulse…" She said. Tucker's eyes went wide at this while I huffed out, almost like I felt insulted by her comment.

"Um…duh? Sam, I'm kind of a ghost right now." I said, whipping my wrist away from her.

"So, let me get this straight." Tucker said, holding out his left hand as his right held his forehead. "You're alive when you look like your usual self. And when you turn…into…this," He said, gesturing all over me with both of his hands. "you're dead? How the heck does that make sense?!"

I was silent at Tucker's question.

"I don't know." I admitted. It was quiet long enough for each of to stare at each other before each taking a bite out of our lunches.

"Danny." Sam began her voice dull as she looked up at me.

"Maybe we should tell someone about this." She finished. I stared at her, my green eyes wide in horror.

"Yeah, dude. Like your parents." Tucker said, agreeing with Sam. "You should tell them, so that-"

"They could tear me apart 'molecule by molecule'?!" I snapped at Tucker, my eyes absolutely blazing, but with fear and not anger. Tucker raised an arm to protect himself as Sam placed her hand on my shoulder.

"Danny, calm down." She told me. "It was just a suggestion."

"I know." I said, my body went slack; but fear still choked me. "But…I just don't know… I mean, even I don't know what's happening to me." I said, staring at my hands in misery.

"Then maybe you should tell someone." Tucker said, scooting closer to me and Sam. He, too, placed a hand on my other shoulder.

"I told you guys." I said. Sam let out a huff.

"Danny, you know what we mean." Sam said. "We mean professional ghost….experts?"

"Yeah, I mean, all I know is stuff that I get from the internet." Tucker said. "You should really tell the experts about your situation. And maybe they won't tear you apart…'molecule by molecule'?"

I really wanted to take my friends' suggestions to heart, but I just couldn't. There was something that kept me from wanting to listen to my friends. My eyes widen as I realized what it was.

"I want to find out." I murmured.

"Wha~?" Sam asked, puzzled.

"Find out about what?" Tucker rephrased the question. I took a breath.

"I want to find out what's happening to me." I said. "Before I tell someone…'important'." Sam and Tucker just gave me confused looks. "I mean, I want to at least find out some things about these….powers…so that when I do seek out…um…'professional' help, then at least I can give him/her some information instead of; 'Hey! I have ghost powers and I have no idea how or why I have them. Oh, and by the way, please don't tear me apart molecule by molecule?'."

Once again, it was silent before anyone said something.

"If that's what you want, that's what you want." Sam said with a smile. "I'm not gonna force ya to do anything you don't wanna do." I smiled at her, happy that she had accepted my decision about keeping….'this'….a secret.

"I agree." Tucker said, voicing his vote. "Besides, what if you did tell someone and then they send you to some secret government facility to test you out like a guinea pig or something?" I also smiled at Tucker, a happiness settled into my core.

"Thanks, guys." I said, truly happy that I had such great friends as these. "This means a lot to me. It truly does."

"No prob." Tucker said with a smile as he dug into his lunch. Sam flinched at his sloppiness, but instead focused onto me.

"And as for your powers, we'll figure out a way to control them." She told me. "Together." I smiled, nodding as we both began to eat our lunches.

When the bell signaled that lunch was over, we rushed towards the doors that would end up leading us to the cafeteria. I suddenly transformed back into my old self just before we reentered the school. I shrugged at Sam and Tucker's looks of concern as we quickly placed our trays in the lunchroom before we made our way towards our next class; chemistry.

I had to admit it; I was pretty stoked about chemistry. Yeah, I may not be as brilliant as my parents…nor my sister when it comes to that subject, but I enjoyed it nether less. Must be the scientist blood in my veins…

Sam, Tucker, and I sat at one table in the middle of the classroom while everyone else sat in their respective groups. The teacher handed us out our class syllabus and went over the rules of the class. We, then, dragged out the equipment that we would be using for class. I smiled as most of the equipment was familiar to me.

A guess that's a plus for having scientists for parents.

During that entire time, my powers were domain, which pleased me to no end. It wasn't until I was holding a beaker in my hands when my powers had awoken.

It just had to be intangibility.

I froze as the beaker passed through my hands and slammed onto the floor; the glass exploding into tiny, deadly shards as it contacted to the hard ground. I stared in shock at the broken glass that was now sprayed across my feet. Sam and Tucker also stared, worried if I had gotten hurt.

"Is everyone okay back there?" The teacher called out to our group.

"We're fine!" Sam called back, cheerfully. Jeez, you could tell how fake her cheerfulness was by the tone of her voice. "Just shocked is all."

"I see." The teacher said, and then she cleared her throat. "Class this is what you're supposed to do if one of you happen to break the equipment. You immediately seek for my help. Do not; I repeat: DO NOT clean up the mess by yourself. I will do it instead. Now," She said, strolling up to our table with a broom and dust pan, quickly glancing at the broken glass that littered the floor before looking up at us. "who broke the beaker?"

"I-I did." I stuttered out.

"May I ask how?" She asked me, sternly. I gulped.

"It….slipped?" I suggested lamely. The teacher just frowned at me, but shrugged.

"Accidents happen." She said, beginning to sweep up the broken glass. Once she had straightened up, she addressed the class once more. "Remember; get me to clean up any broken glass. DO NOT do this on your own or else I will give you a dentition." She warned us as she dumped the broken pieces of glass into a bucket that had 'Broken Glass' written on its side by a black Sharpie marker.

"Wow." Sam mumbled as the class went back to doing whatever we were doing before my hands decided to turn intangible on me. "For once, we're not allowed to clean our own messes…. Cool."

"I can dig that." Tucker said, propping up his feet onto the table; which he immediately placed them back onto the floor when the teacher shot him a glared. He then, leaned across to me, whispering in my ear. "You really need to learn how to control those powers of yours…" I rolled my blue eyes at him.

"I know, Tuck, sheesh." I replied back. I glared at my hands out of the corner of my eyes.

About five minutes till class ended, we had to replace the equipment back into the drawers. I was holding another beaker when the tingling feeling returned in my hands.

"Crud." I said as the beaker fell from my intangible hands and onto the floor, breaking into pieces.

"English with Mr. Lancer." Sam stated, reading off of her schedule. We were in the hallway, walking towards the class that Sam had just read aloud. She was absolutely bursting with excitement.

I can't really say that I was sharing her enthusiasm; for I'm very, very, very tired. I yawned, stumbling slightly behind my best friends, my head nodding off even though we're walking. "Oooo! I can't wait to find out what kind of dark and mystery novels that we're gonna have to read in that class." Her voice flowed to my ears.

"Sam, I hardly doubt that our parents would allow us to read dark novels." Tucker replied stiffly.

"Pft. So what? That won't stop the teach-"

That's the last thing I remembered as darkness settled into my sight.

"Danny?" I heard Tucker's voice.

"Huh?" I mumbled, opening my eyes. Blinking a couple of times, my vision cleared; showing two very worried friends. "Wha-what happened?" I asked groggily.

"You fell asleep," Tucker answered me. "while walking." That's when I realized that we're now on the first floor.

"Iwalkeddownstairs…inmysleep?" I asked, sleepiness blurring my words together.

"Actually, you past through the floor and we had rush downstairs to make sure that nothing happened to you." Sam said. My eyes went wide in sudden fear. "But no one saw anything, so you're good." She told me; which calmed me down.

"Good." I breathed out a sigh of relief. My eyes closed, but a sudden clap jerk me awake. "Hey…" I said, tiredness was obviously thick in my voice.

"Dude, you do know that we have two more classes, plus study hall before school ends." Tucker told me. I nodded my head, already almost asleep once more.

But of course Dash had to take this opportunity to shove me onto the floor.

"See ya in English, Fenton!" He called out mockingly. I growled as Sam and Tucker lifted me up from the hard floor. I shook them off, trembling in rage from my bully.

"I wish he would stop picking on me!" I shouted into the hallway.

"Well, at least you're awake now." Sam said. Her statement didn't help me as I whipped around to shoot a glare at her. She only rolled her eyes at me. "Come on, time for class." She said as the bell rang.

I stared at our new English teacher, reminding myself to cross off 'teacher' off of my 'what I want to be when I grow up' list.

Mr. Lancer was, to say…well…

An overweight teacher with a bald head that had a passion for books….and often using book titles as swearing words.

No wonder why he's single. I thought numbly to myself as he quoted phrases from some old poem that used 'thee' instead of 'you'. I sighed softly; my head propped up from my right arm as my eyes drifted closed, only to shoot up before settling down again. I felt so tired…so drained that it wasn't even funny.

I yawned, not bothering to cover my mouth as my eyes closed shut. It has finally occurred to me that for the past several (or rather, ever since the Accident), usually I took a nap or two when my powers were acting up. And now, since I'm in school, there's absolutely no way that I could take a nap. Unless…I take one….during…classsss….

I didn't know how long I was out, but a very loud boom shot my head up.

"Huh?" I mumbled out, confused that now an enormous book, with a hand holding it, and was now on my desk. I traveled up the hand, onto a hairy arm, until my eyes landed onto the teacher's face.

"Mr. Fenton." Mr. Lancer said, calling me by my last name. "Thank you for being the example for someone who would 'happen' to sleep in my class." I blinked, sleepiness still jumbling up my mind. "I will give you a warning since today is the first day of school, so you will not be serving detention this afternoon." He said, removing the heavy book from my desk as he made his way towards the front of the class. I stuck my tongue at him for ruining my nap.

Something told me that Mr. Lancer and I would not be getting along at all.

"Dude, I can't believe that you fell asleep during class!" Tucker said in surprise as we walked towards study hall. As a reply, I grumbled, still tired. Sam's eyebrows rose.

"Does this happen when you use your ghost powers too much?" She asked. I nodded my head in reply, walking like a zombie to our next class.

Thankfully, since it's the first day and all, the teacher allowed us to do (almost) whatever we wanted. Tucker cheered as he whipped out his PS Vita while Sam took out a book and began to read.

And me?

Do I really have to say it?

"Man, I needed that." I said, feeling rejuvenated as we settled for our final class of the day. "Who know that a 40-some-odd minute nap could really boost up your energy?"

"Dude, I think you have ADHD." Tucker said, watching my hands tap onto the desk. I raised an eyebrow at him as I stopped tapping at my desk.

"I do not have ADHD." I said, my leg beginning to jigger under my desk.

"Says the one who's been staying in constant motion for the past five minutes." Sam interjected, agreeing with Tucker. I scowled; folding my arms over my chest as my legs increasingly became faster.

"Am not."

"Are too."

"Class!" The teacher called, grabbing all of our attentions.

Am not. I thought to myself as I began to shake with barely contained energy.

…

Okay, maybe I am a little…

I cannot tell you how happy I was when school finally ended; then again, every single Freshman shared that joy as we bust out of the school doors.

"Finally, freedom!" I cried out happily. I turned to my best friends. "Wanna hit Nasty Burger? I'll pay."

"With what?" Sam asked as she and Tucker followed beside me.

"My parents' money." I replied. "They agreed to let me have some money to treat you guys out since we haven't been able to hang out for the past week."

"Which reminds me," Tucker said, his teal eyes narrowing at me. "you had severe second degree burns; and yet you move as if any of them aren't bothering you at all…" I grinned stupidly as I rubbed the base of my neck.

"Um…yeah…about those burns…" I said as my hand left my neck and went to peel off one of my bandages. Sam and Tucker leaned in, only to back away, gasping in shock.

Where my wound was burnt to a crisp, was just a little red mark; almost like a rash. I chuckled at my friends' reactions as I tossed the bandage into a nearby garbage can.

"B-b-b-but that's impossible!" Tucker yelped out loud.

"Yeah, that's totally why my second-degree burns are now like rashes." I said.

"Is it because of your ghost powers?" Sam whispered the question. I frowned slightly, unconsciously glancing down at my hands.

"I guess… I mean, severe second-degree burns take weeks, maybe even months, to heal. And yet, they're nothing but rashes on my skin! Isn't that amazing?!"

"Only because you now have ghost powers." Tucker said. I sighed as we entered the fast food restaurant.

Nasty Burger is a part of a huge fast food chain that only exists in Amity Park. They serve all kinds of burgers and sandwiches; even an Ultra-Recyclo-Vegetarian sandwich (in other words: tofu). Nasty Burger is just like every other fast food joint: same interior, same tile-like floor, same booths, same smelly bathrooms, same unhealthy food etc.

We quickly ordered our food at the front of the restaurant. Sam and Tucker went to pick out our table while I paid for our meal. In only a few minutes, our food came out and we dug in. I must say, Tucker and I ate like pigs while Sam shook her head disappointed as we continued to chug down our food. In a matter of time, we had just finished eating when a shout roared above the chattering customers.

"FEN-TON!" Screamed the all-too-familiar voice. I gulped, knowing that this isn't really gonna end well.

"Hey Dash." I said meekly as the football star stomped towards our table, his face as red as a tomato. He finally halted at our table, a threatening bulk of muscle towered over me, his dark blue eyes livid with anger.

"Fenton. Where's that black eye I gave you earlier today?" Dash asked harshly. I blinked.

"Black…eye?" I questioned.

"Yeah! I gave you a black eye before gym! And now, it's completely gone!"

"Um…" I said, stalling the conversation from continuing. "I went…to the…nurse?" I suggested lamely. "And….she….fixed….it?" Dash continued to scowl at me until his angered face suddenly morphed into pleasure; making goose bumps rise on my skin.

"Well, then, I guess we'll have to fix that." Dash said threateningly as he pounded his fists together.

Oh-no.

"Um…I'm sorry, Dash." I said, rising out of my seat. I felt Sam and Tucker stiffen next to me. "But…can we please reschedule? I'm kind of worn out today; and you wouldn't enjoy yourself if I'm all worn out…ya know?" I kind of sneakily nodded my head towards the exit; for my friends, who nodded a little before sinking below the table.

"Ah, but Fenton, I always enjoy wailing on you. Worn out or not." He said, stepping closer to me.

That was my cue to bail.

As fast as I could, jumped onto the table and leapt over Dash, rolling over myself before standing up on my two feet. Then, I bolted towards the door, where Sam and Tucker were waiting outside for me to catch up.

"Come on!" I said as I rushed pass them. I heard their footsteps right behind me as we ran.

"Fen-TURD!" Dash roared into the sky as he ran at us like a bull chasing a red flag. I panicked, throwing myself into an unknown alleyway with Sam and Tucker following behind me. We turned a corner when we stopped dead in our paths.

A dead end.

"Maybe we could-" Tucker began to say before Dash's roar interrupted him.

"FENTON!"

That's when I completely lost it. I began to shiver, badly. My teeth chattering as I heard Dash's footsteps sound ever closer to finding us.

"Danny!" Sam yelped, reaching out for me. Confused, I glanced towards where she was reaching and almost fainted.

The only thing that I could see of myself was my left arm!

"Daaah!" I yelped.

"Tucker, grab Danny!" Sam ordered as she and Tuck each grabbed a side of me. "Don't worry Danny, you'll be fine."

"Fenton!"

We froze as Dash's shadow appeared on the wall.

"You are gonna pay for running away from me!" He swore.

The freezing coldness was worse than ever before as I slammed my eyes shut. I felt some of that coldness leave my body, hearing Sam and Tucker gasp.

"Fenton!" Dash shouted as he rounded the corner. I felt like an animal trapped in a cage. We watched in fear as the bully appeared to be…confused? He stood there, frowning this way and that. "Where'd he go?" Dash asked aloud. I blinked, also confused until it hit me.

I'm invisible…

Duh!

But what about Sam and Tucker? I thought to myself as I glanced this way and that, trying to find them. That's when I felt a squeeze from my right shoulder. I almost shrieked with surprise at the gesture, but refrained myself from doing so. Instead, dread crawled into my stomach, when I realized that Sam and Tucker are now invisible…because of me.

After a couple more minutes of searching for us, he gave up; leaving the alleyway. We waited until Dash's footsteps receded into the distance. That's when Sam and Tucker let go of me, immediately turning visible to everyone. Tucker searched all over himself while Sam just stared at herself.

"Okay, dude, that was totally creepy." Tucker said, shivering slightly. "One moment, I could see myself, and the next? Bam! I couldn't see me, nor Sam, OR you!"

"I know." I said as I forced the coldness back into its hiding place. It took me a couple of minutes, but I did it in the end. I let out a breath of tiredness. Sam raised her delicate eyebrows at me.

"Danny?" She called out to me. "Are you all right?" I panted slightly, my head spinning.

"I'm fine…" I wheezed out. "I'm just tired…is all…."

"Then maybe you should go home and sleep." Tucker suggested. I smiled at him.

"Yeah. That…sounds….good." I agreed.

It was almost five thirty by the time we made it to my house. It didn't help the fact that I kept on passing out on Sam and Tucker on the way. Worry and concern flashed through their faces each time I almost fainted. Each time, though, I forced myself to keep on going. I opened my door; Sam and Tucker helping me up the stairs. Mom and Dad shot me looks of mild concern.

"Danny? Honey?" My Mom said, pulling down her hood. "Are you alright?" She asked. I smiled and nodded my head slowly.

"Yeah…I'm fine, Mom." I told her, waving a tired hand at her. "I'm just tired. That's all." She nodded, accepting my answer.

"Well, then, go straight to bed."

"Will do." I replied as Sam, Tucker, and I climbed the stairs to my bedroom. Sam and Tucker stopped at my door while opened it.

"See ya tomorrow?" Tucker asked, unsure if I'll even make it till tomorrow. I nodded, smiling slightly at my two best friends.

"I'll be there." I promised. Then I rubbed the base my neck, ruffling up my raven black hair.

"Uh…thanks guys." I began, my eyes on the floor. "For…ya know; accepting me and everything even though I'm a freak of nature and-" I faltered when Sam's hands held my free hand.

"Danny, don't be thanking us." Sam said so sincere. "We're your best friends, Danny. And that's what we do, alright? So, stop stalling and get to bed. We'll see you tomorrow at school; and maybe your powers wouldn't be as bad as today."

Blinking, I just stood there.

"O….Kay." I finally said. Tucker and Sam each nodded their heads before they left. I continued to stand there until I heard the front door shut; then I closed my own bedroom door, leaning against it as I stared off in my room.

Sam and Tucker accepted me. I thought to myself. They're really here for me. They don't care if I'm like…this. They have accepted me from what I have become….and they're still my best friends.

I guess it really was a good thing I told them. I thought to myself as a smile creaked from the corners of my mouth. Together, we'll figure out what's happening to me. Together, we'll solve this mystery…

Together.

Sighing softly, I leapt onto my bed. But before gravity could even work its magic, lightness pounded into my body.

"You've got to be-!" I began; but abruptly ended as my back slammed into the ceiling, making the air from my lungs rush out.

"-kidding me…." I groaned out.

Finally got it done and out! Phew!

Oh, and by the way, I hate Physics now...sighs...

Anyways I apologize for the terrible grammar/spelling mistakes. And it some things don't really make any sense either (I didn't proof read, so sue me).

But yeah, pretty proud of myself for typing this entire chapter in one night and a couple of hours in between classes.

Me hungry...gonna...eat...Runza...