After class was over, Danny joined his two best friends at lunch. Tucker
and Sam weren't just his best friends, they were his only friends. You see,
on the social scale, Danny and his friends...well, they weren't too popular.
In fact Danny was the favorite punching bag of Dash, the most popular boy
in school, and that wasn't all. Paullina, the most popular girl, had made
it her goal to ruin Danny's life. Danny sat down with his tray. "Guys," he
said, "you'll never believe what happened to me during class today." But
just as Danny was about to tell them, everyone's favorite jock walked up.
"Hello, Fenton," Dash said, managing to turn Danny's name into something more akin to an insult. "I see your girlfriend is looking especially nice today."
This, of course, was followed by the usual turn of events, which included Sam yelling scathing insults at Dash's figure as he retreated, laughing maniacally. Danny blushed, ducking his head into his arms.
"Great," he said. "Just when I thought today couldn't be weirder, Dash actually says something nice to one of us. Huh."
"Weirder?" asked tucker. "How so? I've been having trouble deciding as to just what counts as weird lately." So Danny told them all about the ghost, the mist, and the stone. His friends sat listening, until finally Tucker spoke. "I'm not sure, Danny," he said. "I'd have to say that the Dash thing might be weirder."
Danny slapped him, and life went on, the way it always did with them, Danny's strange adventure momentarily forgotten.
When Danny got home that day, the last thing he wanted to think about was ghosts. All that afternoon, he'd gotten sleepier and sleepier. Danny yawned as he walked through the front door. "I'm going to go work on homework. Wake me...I mean, uh, come get me when it's time for dinner." And he started up the stairs.
"Wait!" Danny heard his father yelling from the laboratory. "You have to see the latest in Fenton-Ghost-Catching Technology!"
"Great," thought Danny. "I'm never safe from my dad and his ghost stuff."
"This," puffed Jack Fenton, "climbing the stairs. "This will revolutionize the ghost-catching world!" He held something out in his hand, something that looked suspiciously like wallpaper.
Danny came closer to get a better look. "I wasn't aware that there was anyone besides you and mom who had this ghost obsession." Danny remarked dryly.
"That's beside the point! Now look at this. Here in my hand is something I like to call the Fenton Wallpaper! Yes, the Fenton Wallpaper is ingenious. If a ghost so much as touches this stuff, an imprint of the ghost will be left on the wall! Isn't that cool? Isn't it?"
"Uh. Sure, Dad." Danny muttered.
"Here, son. Catch it!" Danny's dad threw the wallpaper up at his son. Danny tried to avoid it, but it hit his face. When the paper fell to the ground, you could see a surprised-looking face on it, staring straight ahead. The face looked like Danny's, but with white hair and bright green eyes.
Danny and his father looked down at it, and without meeting his father's eyes, he raced upstairs. "Uh, I gotta go. Um, I have homework and stuff. Yeah."
In his room, Danny breathed out hard. "Well," he thought. "That was a bit too close for comfort." But Danny was too tired to do much thinking about how he was going to get out of that one. As he fell asleep right where he sat, he hoped that his dad was a bit too thickheaded to realize what had just happened.
"Hello, Fenton," Dash said, managing to turn Danny's name into something more akin to an insult. "I see your girlfriend is looking especially nice today."
This, of course, was followed by the usual turn of events, which included Sam yelling scathing insults at Dash's figure as he retreated, laughing maniacally. Danny blushed, ducking his head into his arms.
"Great," he said. "Just when I thought today couldn't be weirder, Dash actually says something nice to one of us. Huh."
"Weirder?" asked tucker. "How so? I've been having trouble deciding as to just what counts as weird lately." So Danny told them all about the ghost, the mist, and the stone. His friends sat listening, until finally Tucker spoke. "I'm not sure, Danny," he said. "I'd have to say that the Dash thing might be weirder."
Danny slapped him, and life went on, the way it always did with them, Danny's strange adventure momentarily forgotten.
When Danny got home that day, the last thing he wanted to think about was ghosts. All that afternoon, he'd gotten sleepier and sleepier. Danny yawned as he walked through the front door. "I'm going to go work on homework. Wake me...I mean, uh, come get me when it's time for dinner." And he started up the stairs.
"Wait!" Danny heard his father yelling from the laboratory. "You have to see the latest in Fenton-Ghost-Catching Technology!"
"Great," thought Danny. "I'm never safe from my dad and his ghost stuff."
"This," puffed Jack Fenton, "climbing the stairs. "This will revolutionize the ghost-catching world!" He held something out in his hand, something that looked suspiciously like wallpaper.
Danny came closer to get a better look. "I wasn't aware that there was anyone besides you and mom who had this ghost obsession." Danny remarked dryly.
"That's beside the point! Now look at this. Here in my hand is something I like to call the Fenton Wallpaper! Yes, the Fenton Wallpaper is ingenious. If a ghost so much as touches this stuff, an imprint of the ghost will be left on the wall! Isn't that cool? Isn't it?"
"Uh. Sure, Dad." Danny muttered.
"Here, son. Catch it!" Danny's dad threw the wallpaper up at his son. Danny tried to avoid it, but it hit his face. When the paper fell to the ground, you could see a surprised-looking face on it, staring straight ahead. The face looked like Danny's, but with white hair and bright green eyes.
Danny and his father looked down at it, and without meeting his father's eyes, he raced upstairs. "Uh, I gotta go. Um, I have homework and stuff. Yeah."
In his room, Danny breathed out hard. "Well," he thought. "That was a bit too close for comfort." But Danny was too tired to do much thinking about how he was going to get out of that one. As he fell asleep right where he sat, he hoped that his dad was a bit too thickheaded to realize what had just happened.