In my personal opinion, Tuesday came way too quickly for my tastes as my Mom pulled the thin covers off of my bed.
"Danny!" My Mom shouted gently. "Time to get up and get ready for school!"
"Okay…" I grumbled, not moving at all. I listened to my Mom's breathing, noting how it seemed to be forced. My eyebrow rose at this. "Are you mad?" I asked her.
"Yes, I'm mad." She answered.
"Why?"
"Because a certain someone is gonna miss his second day of school if he doesn't get up." My Mom said harshly.
"And if I do miss my second day of school?" I asked like a smart mouth. I flinched when I practically heard the low growl from my Mom.
"Then I'm just gonna have to send you to the hospital, young man." My Mom said darkly. My eyes shot wide open, my body as stiff as a surfboard, my breathing became faster as my Mom continued her threat. "And this time, I'm gonna tell them about your impossible-to-heal-burns and allow them figure out how-in-the-world you had recovered from those burns when they're supposed to scar you for life!"
Grumbling in defeat, I sat up in my bed and threw my mother a dirty look. She smiled at me as she left my room. Once she left, I fell backwards into my bed once more. Lying on my back, I stared at the ceiling, tiredness tempting my eyes to close.
Even though I went to bed in an ungodly hour (meaning: I went to bed waaaaay too early), I woke up around midnight and couldn't fall back asleep until almost four in the morning.
Please don't tell me I'm becoming insomniac… I thought to myself as I stared at the ceiling.
"Danny!" I heard my mother called out threateningly. I sat up on my bed, leaping off of it like a gazelle.
"I'm moving!" I called out.
A little over an hour later, I was standing by the front door, waiting for my older sister. I glanced at my imagined wrist watch, noting that I should probably buy a real watch-not. After about twenty minutes of waiting (which probably closer to five, but heck, I suck at math), I gave up and stomped upstairs to my older sister's room.
"Hey, Jazz!" I shouted as I knocked her door. Usually it's her getting my butt to school, not the other way around. "JAZZ!"
"Danny?" I heard my Dad's baritone voice from behind me. "What are you still doing here?" I turned towards him in a look of utter irritation.
"Jazz is taking her time getting ready to school!" I shouted my arms in the air. "We're gonna be late for school!" Dad gave me a very odd look for a very long time before he opened his mouth.
"Danny…Jazz is just driving herself to school." Dad told me. "You're supposed to take the bus to get to school… Jazz isn't driving you to school."
I blinked.
"Oh…" I said, feeling the heat of embarrassment beginning to burn my face. "I….I must've….forgotten…" I mumbled more to myself than to my father.
"It's okay, son." My Dad said his chest slightly puffed out as if he's proud of something. "I can drive you to school!" I gulped; my clear blue eyes wide in fear as my Dad grabbed me by the collar of my shirt and began to drag me towards the Fenton RV.
Suddenly, walking about five miles to school doesn't sound so bad after all…
"Dude, you look tired. … And a little ruffled up." Tucker noted as I stumbled into homeroom later that morning. Sam nodded in agreement, looking very concern at me. As a response, I yawned as I sat down at my desk. I moved my now messy black hair, pieces wildly stuck out of place (courtesy of my father's infamous driving skills) from my line of sight.
"My Dad drove me to school today." I said to explain for the…ruffliness…of my look. I saw Tucker shudder out of the corner of my eye. He, too, knows the horror of my Dad's driving. "As for why I look so tired; I woke up at midnight…and stayed up for four hours…." I added, my head nodding off over my desk.
"Why'd you wake up?" Sam asked.
"It's not like I wanted to wake up…" I grumbled out. "I just suddenly woke up at midnight and was wide awake until four in the morning."
"Could it be your….powers?" Tucker whispered.
"I hope not…" I said letting my head hit the desk.
"You hope not?" Sam echoed my statement. "Then if it's not your ghost powers that are doing this to you, then what is?"
I lifted my head, thinking very slowly about Sam's words. Then I shrugged.
"Fine. It's my powers." I grumbled out, wanting the conservation to end, gently letting my head slam into the hard surface of the desk.
I was out before our homeroom teacher called out 'Dash Baxter' for attendance.
Jeez, I admit it, it's a good thing that they decided to let us Freshmen get our bearings yesterday. I thought to myself as I watched the chaotic hallways. Cuz if we would've went to school like this yesterday, I think none of us would've made it to class on time…or even find the classrooms.
The narrow puke-colored hallways were absolutely packed with upperclassmen as everyone made their way to class. There always seemed to be a constant stream of students coming down the stairs, almost like a waterfall over the three flights of stairs. Voices bounced off the halls like wind blowing through a tunnel, everyone's feet constantly pounded the floors; making the floor and walls vibrate as they walked. Trash littered the floor as teenagers of all sizes stomped their way towards their classes. Lockers slammed as an occasional squeal of torture (or in some cases, delight) pierced through the roaring sound of stampeding students.
I had my hands covering my ears from the overwhelming noise, my face grimacing as we stalked off towards Human Growth.
"Jeez, can't everyone just walk a little lighter….and quieter too?" I voiced out my complaint to Sam and Tucker. Then I shot a look at them. "And why do you two absolutely have to wear boots?" Sam snorted at my complaint while Tucker laughed.
"What's wrong, Danny?" Tucker began. "Woke up on the wrong side of the bed?"
"More like the wrong side of the universe." I muttered to myself.
"What was that?" Sam asked.
"Nothing." I told her, shaking my head. "Let's get to class before all this traffic makes us late." I said, hurrying through the packed hallways towards class.
Luckily, nothing out of the ordinary happened until after we entered the classroom. That's when my foot thought it would be funny and turn intangible on me, causing me to fall flat on my face onto the tiled floor. As usual, the classroom up roared in laughter as Sam and Tucker helped me stand on my two feet once more.
I felt my face turn into a deep red from embarrassment.
Human Growth was more than less of a bore to everyone. We started class with notes about drugs or something; I don't really know because I was really having a hard time trying to concentrate on my hands, trying to take notes.
Of course it doesn't help the fact that my hand kept on going intangible!
I swear, it's like as if my hand has a mind of its own! Like it knows that we're gonna take notes and it purposely decides to rebel against me! Ugh! This pisses me off so much that I actually tried to choke my hand blue!
But it's really hard to do that when your hand frickin' keep on passing through your other hand!
Muttering darkly, I slumped against the back of my chair, my arms crossed over my skinny chest as the teacher taught us about the effects of drugs. Everyone had their pencils, pens, and the occasional marker writing down notes. Everyone, except for poor scrawny Danny Fenton. I knew the teacher was frowning at my…'studentship', but come on!
It's not like I can write when my hand just keeps on passing through stuff…
Today, math actually put me to sleep; which annoyed the teacher beyond numbers.
Heh. Get it?
Numbers?
Heh heh.
Lame math pun… I numbly thought to myself as I fell asleep.
Gym wasn't too bad. I mean, it's only the second day of school. So all we did for today was receiving our gym locker numbers and combinations. Tuck and I received our locker stuff at the same time, so we got to look for our lockers together. We found them easily and tested out our locks a couple of times before we were finally ready to leave.
Of course Dash had to take this opportunity to dish out a black eye to me; for the teacher is indeed a female (no matter how much she looks like a man). Tucker practically laughed at my horrid expression while Dash tortured me.
I have to admit, I felt a tiny bit happy when Tucker got the same treatment. But then again, Dash threw me into my assigned locker, locking me up inside. I heard Tucker being pushed against the opposite wall of lockers, yelping in pain. Upon hearing Tucker's voiced pain, a burning sensation somehow riled me up. I can't really explain the feeling, but either way I instantly felt protective over my best friend. I knew my eyes were glowing when the locker lit up with a green light.
"Hey." Called out the Asian decent Kwan, fellow jock and bully of Dash. "Is it just me, or is Fenton's locker glowing green?"
Muttering under my breath, I forcefully pulled back my ghostly eyes in place for my normal blue ones. Dash said something before slamming Tucker into the metal lockers once more before leaving the locker room. I heard Tucker scramble a bit.
"Tucker?" I called out, worried for my friend's well-being.
"I'm fine Danny." Tucker replied. "Here, I'll help you out." His loud boot footsteps slowly walked farther away from me. I felt an eyebrow rose in confusion.
"Tucker?" I called out. "Where are you going?"
…
"Uh…" Tucker began.
…
"I have no idea." Tucker admitted. I sighed in utter annoyance.
"Okay Tucker, how about you turn around." I told him. His feet made two quick steps. Grinning now, I continued to talk to him, using my voice to lead him towards me. "Now listen to the sound of my voice… You are getting closer…. Closer now, Tucker Foley. Closer…"
"Dude, would you please stop that?" Tucker asked his voice very close to where I was stuck at. Man, if only I could go intangible… "It's scary." At that, I laughed at him.
"Wait, since when was my voice-my voice-scary?"
"When you make it sound like that, then yes." I heard his hands grip around my assigned locker's padlock. Oddly enough, I heard the clogs began to turn from the padlock. "Can you please keep on talking to me? It's kind of weird when it's dead silent in here… Unless you're really dead." Tucker added in as an afterthought. I laughed again.
"Don't worry Tucker, I'm still here. I'm still here, all cramped up inside this stupid locker."
"Dude, a question."
"Dude, an answer."
"Can't you just make yourself go through stuff instead of having I unlock you?"
"Um…yeah…." I said sheepishly as the lock unhooked itself from its latch. "About that…"
"You can't do it, can you?" Tucker asked, opening the small locker so that I could see out into the Boy's Locker Room once more. I grinned sheepishly as I climbed out of the tiny locker.
"Thanks." I said as my legs straightened out. "And yes. I can't just make myself do it. And if I do, then I would be completely drained."
"Meaning?" Tucker asked as we began to stroll out of the Locker Room. I stared straight ahead as I gave Tucker his answer.
"I would pass out from exhaustion." I told him, opening the door into the gym.
"That must suck."
"You have no idea."
"Danny? Are you okay?" Sam asked me, looking at as I cautiously glance this way and that.
"Does it look like I'm okay?" I snarled, still clinging to the railing for dear life. We were outside in the football stadium for lunch again; and had just finished our lunches when lightlessness pounded through my veins. Knowing what will immediately happen afterwards, I quickly grabbed what appeared to be the most grounded object within the area; which was the railing. My arms and legs were crossed in a gridlock position onto its supports.
Tucker chuckled at my situation. In response, I growled at him.
"What are you laughing about, Tucker?" I asked in a very irritated voice. "You try to keep yourself grounded when all of a sudden your body is like 'Oh, let's become a balloon and float away into the sky.'" I said fake happy about the fact if I even loosen my grip a little, that I'll be ascending the skies faster than a rocket.
"Oh come on, Danny!" Sam said, grabbing my one of arms. "It isn't that bad." She yanked my arm away from the pole.
And the next thing both of us knew, we were floating above the ground. Sam's face was wide in shock and fear as my body pulled us higher. My heart raced as we climbed higher into the air.
"Tucker!" We both screamed at once. Tucker, who was standing there, gawking at the scene; quickly scrambled to where we were. He jumped, grabbing Sam's leg and tried to tug us down. But…
"Dude!" Tucker shrieked as his feet left the ground. We slowly floated over the last railing that separated the speculators from the players onto the tuff field that the school had just installed over the summer. Sam's grip around my arm tightens to the point that I thought my bones would break!
Great. Just great. I thought to myself as my two friends began to panic (which I don't blame them at all) as we slowly climb higher into the sky. Now we're all gonna fly into the sky like a huge balloon. Hhmmmm…I wonder what happens when a balloon gets too high?
…
It pops.
The second that thought crossed my mind, gravity slammed into my body like a rock. Sam and Tucker let out a yelp of surprise as we fell into a pile of bodies onto the tuff football field. My head spun from the sudden height rise and drop…and from the use of these overwhelming powers… I heard Sam and Tucker's groans coming from beneath me.
"Can't you guys get off of me?!" Tucker shouted groaningly at me and Sam.
"Tell Danny to get off of me first!" Sam shouted back, sending a glare at me. I growled at Sam.
"Hey! Don't be looking at me like that!" I yelled, rolling off of Sam. I didn't dare get up yet, my head absolutely spinning around in circles. "It's not my fault!"
"But it's your powers!" Sam snapped back at me as she stood up so that Tucker could be free. Tucker lay a few more moments before getting up and sending a glare at me. I began to mutter words at random as I slowly stood up, only to slump onto the ground once more, groaning from my increasingly painful headache.
"Danny?" I heard Tucker says his irritation disappeared like a cloud of smoke. "Dude, are you okay?" He asked, standing over me.
"I-I'mfine." I said, my words slurring together.
"Danny, you don't look so-" Sam began to say, but I didn't even have the chance to hear the rest of her sentence…
My sight slowly returned to me what left like moments later. My head was still pounding, but the pain was numbing away. Everything was still a little blurry as I stared above me. All I could see was a cruddy version of white. Eyebrows knitted in mild curiosity as my vision sharpened into a higher degree. It took me a moment to realize that I was staring up at a ceiling.
"Huh?" I mumbled out, my eyes wide and my body fully alert now. I jerked up from laying position, frantically glancing this way and that to figure out where I was. I couldn't be at the hospital…it doesn't smell like the hospital…and I'm not at home either… So where in the heck am I?
"Danny?" Called out a feminine voice. My eyes instantly locked onto a middle-aged woman in a white uniform that had just appeared from around a corner.
It was the school nurse.
"Uh…nurse?" I asked, unsure what to even ask for. She realized my perdictiment and smiled softly at me. She walked towards me and placed a comforting hand on top of my hand. I felt her shudder at the touch of my skin.
"Danny, do you remember anything?" She asked me. I was quiet for a couple of moments before nodding my head. She smiled at me. "Okay, that's a good sign. Do you know what might've caused your sudden fainting spell?"
Uh…let's see here… I was stupid enough to go inside of my parents' Ghost Portal, accidently turning it on. Oh, and by the way, what kind of idiot installs the 'On' button inside of a device? Either way, so yeah, because of the Accident, I somehow became this weird half-ghost, half-human being thingy; but please don't call the local government officials or else I'll probably be their newest lab rat for ghost research or something along the lines. Oh, and did I mention that I'm a Freak?
But instead of telling her all of that…
"I have no idea." I said, lying to the nurse. She just gave me a look before she brought out her stethoscope to check my breathing. She went through the basics; before finally releasing me.
As I left the nurse's office, I heard her talking to her assistant before I was out of hearing distance (well, then again, my hearing distance kind of increased drastically due to my ghost powers).
"It's a miracle that that boy is even alive." The nurse told her assistant.
"I guess he's lucky." The assistant replied. I smirked as other voices began to cover the two nurses.
They have no idea…
"You alright now?" Sam asked, staring at me as if I had a third eye. We were currently in Mr. Lancer's class, and working on a sheet in groups of threes; which work out perfectly fine with us. I rolled my eyes at her, smirking to myself.
"Yes, I'm alright now." I said, slightly frowning at the paper in front of me. "I just needed a nap, that's all."
"Dude, you seriously need to figure out how to control your…..powers." Tucker said, whispering at the end when Mr. Lancer came too close. We worked a bit longer before Sam spoke.
"You mean we, Tucker. We really need to take the time to help Danny figure this all out." Sam corrected him, then turning to face me. "All your powers have been doing lately is causing you trouble; and we really need to do something about it before something bad happens."
"Sam… What you mean is that Danny has absolutely no control over his powers." Tucker corrected Sam just to tick her off; which worked as her face darkened. He, then, looked at me with a content smile on his face. "Dude, what you need to do is train yourself; that way you can control your powers easier." I let out a puff of air in frustration from both the assignment and the stress of these powers that I've gained.
"I know." I said. "But, if you haven't notice, I get so tired by the end of the day that it isn't even funny. So, it'll be pointless to do any training." I said, licking my mouth from the taste of 'training' on my tongue. It sounded so…foreign to me.
"Yeah, so doesn't that make it even more important for you to at least gain some control over your powers by training?" Sam told me, writing down an answer on her paper. "Then you'll not have to be so paranoid about someone finding out your secret. And plus, then you wouldn't be so tired after using them." I raised an eyebrow at her words.
"And you know this…how?"
"I don't know for sure… It's just an idea; but we might as well try it and see if it works." She persisted. I was about to shoot down the idea, but Tucker quickly joined Sam's side.
"Sam, it's not just an idea." Tucker said a little hurt. "It's a great idea!" Tucker shouted with a little too much enthusiasm. Every single person in the room instantly turned their eyes towards us. Mr. Lancer frowned at Tucker.
"And what exactly is a great idea, Mr. Foley?" Mr. Lancer asked him. Tucker smiled sheepishly, slouching into his seat.
"Uh…that maybe…uh…reading Shakespeare…is a great…..idea?" Tucker mildly suggested. Mr. Lancer actually smiled for the first time. He looked pleased that one of his students was actually hyped up for Shakespeare.
…
Wait-a-minute…
"That's a great idea, Mr. Foley." Mr. Lancer said, smiling as he went over to a cabinet, unlocking it.
Uh-oh… I thought to myself as Mr. Lancer turned around, holding out an arm-full of books. A huge smile plastered onto his face.
"For homework tonight, read the First Act of Shakespeare's Romero and Juliet." Mr. Lancer said, passing out the ridiculously heavy books. I glared at Tucker as Lancer placed three books into our group.
"Yeah, Tuck. Great idea." I said with so much sarcasm that Sam winced with a slight smile on her face. I sent her a glare before flipping through the pages of the huge book in absolute misery.
For Chemistry…let's just say that I set the all-time school record for dropping/breaking beakers in a forty-five minute period.
…
Stupid intangibility…
Again, I took another forty-some-odd-minute nap during Study Hall. I slept right up until the bell rang for our final period.
The sound was so sudden that I almost flew out of my seat! But luckily for me, my backpack somehow got itself latched to the chair, and somehow kept me from shooting up like a firework. Sam and Tucker realized my panic expression but didn't voice out their concerns until after we were in the crowded hallways. But we didn't really had the chance to talk because I was too busy rushing towards our next class.
I just cannot stand the noise that everyone makes in-between class periods.
"Saturday and Sunday." Sam suddenly said, making Tucker and me glance up at her in complete confusion. Once again, we were working in groups, but in American History, filling out a little trivia sheet. Tucker and I glanced at each other before looking at Sam.
"And what exactly are we doing on Saturday and Sunday?" I asked, already dreading Sam's answer. Sam wrote down an answer on her worksheet before answering me.
"Training." She simply said. Tucker's eyes widen in understanding; while mine widen in fear and in horror of what might happen.
"But Sam…" I began, but Tucker cut me off.
"No 'buts' Danny." Tucker told me in a haughtily tone. "You need to learn how to control your powers before something bad happens."
"Nothing bad is gonna happen." I said, almost at the point of yelling, flinging up my arms when something totally bizarre happened to my left arm.
The freezing coldness returned, biting all along my arm; especially at my elbow joint. It felt like my arm was moving just way too fast and too high. My left hand felt something very rough and textured. Huh. Is there something that low that I can touch above me? Curious, I glanced upward and almost had a heart attack.
My left arm was indeed touching something.
It was touching the ceiling!
Sam and Tucker held back their gasps of shock as they too, stared at my arm. Boy, I can't tell ya how weird it is to see your arm just floating right below the ceiling, attached to a see-through black swiggle that appeared in between my elbow of my left arm and the end of my shirt sleeve.
I panicked, trying to pull my arm back down by grabbing the weird see-through black thingy; quickly covering the fact that anything abnormal had just happened. After a couple of moments of silence between my friends and me, we concluded that no one saw the event and went straight back to work. However, it was only a minute later did someone had to say-or should I say, shout-out his opinion.
"What the Heck was that all about?!" Tucker shouted surprisingly loud. I groaned; face palming myself as everyone's eyes landed on our group. The teacher gave us a look of disappointment, for we had distracted the entire class by Tucker's outburst.
I swear if Tucker got us into trouble- I didn't even get to finish my thought when the teacher called on our group to come up to the front of the classroom.
After school, once again, I found myself tired beyond words as we walked in our little trio of a group.
"So, what do you wanna do today?" Tucker asked Sam and I. Sam suggested something, but I didn't pay any attention what-so-ever.
I was so tired that I might as well be a sloth. My eyes were closed, listening to Sam and Tucker's footsteps as we walked to…somewhere. I heard a sudden shout, but it was too late as I ran straight into a metal pole. Muttering to myself, I held my face with my hands, the burning sensation from the collision was somewhat relieved from my cold hands.
"Dude, are you okay?" Tucker asked his glasses almost off of his face. I grumbled, facing towards where my home was.
"No, I'm not okay." I said, truthfully. I then, turned towards my friends. "I'm sorry guys, but I'm just too tired to do anything today…"
"Says the one that took an hour nap." Sam said, crossing her arms. I frowned at her.
"I took two naps, Sam." I corrected her. "And frankly, neither of them was long enough for me." I yawned, stretching my arms. "I'm going home." I told them as I began to walk home.
"Then we're coming to make sure you make it safely." Sam said as she walked beside me. Tucker agreed and came to my other side. I smiled at my friends, my tired eyes staring ahead of us.
"Thanks guys." I said to them.
Once I got home, I went straight to bed. But I couldn't sleep due to a couple of people arguing in my head. I shouted at both of them to shut up; only to be smart-mouthed back. Muttering darkly to the two personas, I forced myself to go to sleep.
Around midnight, I awoke once more, totally wide awake. I vented out my frustration before trying to go back to sleep.
It took me three hours to finally fall back into sleep.
Frankly, Wednesday and Thursday was the same deal. Same bullies, same lunch food, same classes, same problems with my powers. Each day, I would wake up tired, going to bed even more tired, Thing One and Thing Two screaming at each other about some nonsense, etc.
The only thing that hasn't been bothering me as much was my little rings of death.
…
Yeah, I call them my little rings of death, deal with it. You try dealing with that stupid little spark that instantly kills you (or revive you) without any emotion what-so-ever. And the frickin' pain of being shocked into afterlife!
ARRGGGHHHH!
But let me tell you, it wasn't until Friday did something truly abnormal and freakishly weird happened…
First of all, I apologize for the skippy-ish of this chapter. I was just not inspired to do it, but either way, I got it done.
I swear the next chapter will be a lot more exciting than this one.
I would also like to apologize for any grammar/spelling mistakes.
Plus, I would like to give thanks to all of you who are reading this. It really makes me happy that people are enjoying this as much as I do (well, not all the time cuz I'm the darn writer...).
Reviews are welcomed!
