Danny dropped down on the ground, dashing for the school doors as fast as possible with a sharp pain coursing through his right leg.
Ignoring the limp, he fretted over how he could so not be late, it was PSAT day and if he didn't get into the classroom on time, he would be locked out. Not only that, but he would have to stay behind after school in order to do the three-hour long test.
That normally wouldn't matter, but Vlad intended to pay the family a little 'visit' after school and there was no way he was going to miss any hints at what the Frootloop could possibly be up to this time.
Seeing as Vlad was the one to hold him up in the first place only added to Danny's agitation.
The coward didn't even come personally, instead throwing a few incompitent vultures at him; they should have kept Danny occupied long enough to make the boy late.
No way. Not this time. He told himself harshly. Danny didn't even bother to fight, he simply put them in the thermos and flew as fast as he could towards Casper High. Too bad those stupid things forced me to follow them onto the other side of town. Danny reflected bitterly.
Tripping on the front steps, and catching himself easily, Danny swung a little too fast into an upright position. His backpack had had enough for one week, enduring too many fights without repairs, and the fabric chose this crucial moment to give up. The bottom fell out and things clatered to the concrete.
Danny madly picked up the strewn items and – leaving some behind – exploded into the hallway.
Lancer's class was only feet ahead when the bell tolled; signaling to the empty halls that anyone left in them was late. No! Danny thought, yanking open the classroom door and stumbling in.
"I'm here!" He called, glancing at Lancer's back as the teacher wrote on a blackboard.
A collective mumbling started in the room Danny assumed they were again chiding him for his coming in after the bell. It was beginning to be ridiculous—every day began to push their limit. And that was saying something, as a student's tolerence for a fellow rebel could go far.
Danny payed no attention to it and scurried over to his seat, searching the few items he held for a pencil, calculator, and extra eraser. He refrained from cursing when he realized that his pencil was still outside, taunting him with its being so close and yet so far away. Sitting, Danny bet that if he leaned over, he would see it on the steps through the class window.
"Nice to see you join us, Mr. Fenton. Class, quiet down." Lancer stated - no longer bothering to glance at Danny - and scribbling a few more rules across the blackboard.
The noise grew in volume. Danny face-palmed, trying to ignore them in order to pay attention through his jumbled brain. He needed to be focused in order to get some answers correct. And find another writing utensil.
Danny listened to his teacher sigh, "I said for you all to quiet down, it is a test day and I can—Paradise Lost!"
The teen looked up immediately, his head swiveling around for the ghost that must have set Lancer off.
He was a little surprised to see every eye trained on him, some with open shock, one with pure hatred, two with clear worry, and the rest in various stages of excitement.
"What?" He asked. Then he gasped, his voice…echoed a little…
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