The Truth
part 2
It was an interesting day at school. Danny's not-girlfriend Sam changed the lunch menu. This led to a food fight that was more like a dirt clod war.
Some really weird stuff happened too. Ghost type weird. I hope Danny's not involved. The last thing I want to think about is him getting more strange powers he can't control.
I'm rethinking what I thought this morning. I really hate my parents obsession with ghosts, but the truth is, they know more than anyone else. They may be the only ones who could help change Danny back to normal. No matter how much I dislike them, they wouldn't be so caught up in their obsession to harm their own son.
I think about it all the way home. Mom and Dad never intentionally tried to hurt us. Hell, if it hadn't been for me, Danny wouldn't have gotten hurt at all. Still, maybe it's best if I start out refering to this as a hypothetical situation, just in case.
There's something wrong, I know it the minute I open the door. I usually don't give things like ESP much credit, but I have been gaining a more open mind this past month...
It's quiet. I poke my head in....
ACK Someone through a gas bomb at me! Are we being robbed? Are Mom and Dad okay? I feel something grab my hair. Well, I'm not going down without a fight!
The smoke is clearing....Oh I so do not believe this, Mom and Dad are grabbing me by the ankles and theres a mutant vacuum attached to my hair.
Trust them? What the heck was I thinking?!
After I finally get that &%#! thing off my head, I realize how late it is. Shouldn't Danny be home by now?
I hear Mom and Dad talking in the next room.
"I just hope Danny's okay. Getting carried home by his friends? What if he's really hurt?"
Fear grips my heart.
"Don't worry Maddie. Sam and Tucker said he was fine. Now what we need to concentrate on is getting that ghost outta Jazz!"
I give Dad a deathglare from behind the door and make my way to my room. Danny's room is next to mine, and the walls are paper thin, so I can hear everything that goes on. That's how I've been keeping tabs on what Danny's been up to and how hhis power's are progressing.
I listen to Sam and Tucker. Okay, a menu obsessed lunch lady ghost definetly gets originality points. And apparently Dash framed Danny for the food fight. Jerk. I don't care how far he can throw a pigskin, he should be expelled.
About two hours later, Danny wakes up. Sam and Tucker almost immeadiatly have an argument about the menu and leave. I'm a little mad at them, I mean Danny was drained trying to protect them, and all they care about is what's being served for lunch. I mean, hasn't that menu caused them enough pain?
So now Danny's fighting ghosts. Dad would be so proud.
I'm worried though. He could get hurt so easily. I wish I could do SOMETHING to help him.
Maybe I can.
I go into his room. He's still on his bed, looking a little depressed.
"Hey, you okay?"
"I'm fine" he says.
"Rough day at school?"
It goes on like that. Just normal smalltalk, a little sibling banter. It's working, I can see Dann'y cheering up from the dose of normalacy. It's not much, but it's all I can do.
Oh was today a day. Those protest were definatly laughable. It reminded me of the Phantom Tollbooth, how King Azaz and the Mathemagician always fought over whether Numbers or letters were better, not realizing both were equally nessecary. Then I caught Spike. He's a common variety Punk I've been practicing my psycology on.
My parents have I great sense of timing. Just as I tell him that his parent won't attack him, my own swoop me up into a giant net. Actually I'm glad they did, I saw that the noise behind me wasn't from the protests after all. And I know that at all costs. I have to keep their attention away from the white haired figure fighting the meat monster. I almost succeed too. Oh well, at least they never realized it was Danny. I'm proud of him, I really am. Still, as I leave the messed up school yard, I can only think of one thing.
Man am I glad I didn't sabotage the thermos.
part 2
It was an interesting day at school. Danny's not-girlfriend Sam changed the lunch menu. This led to a food fight that was more like a dirt clod war.
Some really weird stuff happened too. Ghost type weird. I hope Danny's not involved. The last thing I want to think about is him getting more strange powers he can't control.
I'm rethinking what I thought this morning. I really hate my parents obsession with ghosts, but the truth is, they know more than anyone else. They may be the only ones who could help change Danny back to normal. No matter how much I dislike them, they wouldn't be so caught up in their obsession to harm their own son.
I think about it all the way home. Mom and Dad never intentionally tried to hurt us. Hell, if it hadn't been for me, Danny wouldn't have gotten hurt at all. Still, maybe it's best if I start out refering to this as a hypothetical situation, just in case.
There's something wrong, I know it the minute I open the door. I usually don't give things like ESP much credit, but I have been gaining a more open mind this past month...
It's quiet. I poke my head in....
ACK Someone through a gas bomb at me! Are we being robbed? Are Mom and Dad okay? I feel something grab my hair. Well, I'm not going down without a fight!
The smoke is clearing....Oh I so do not believe this, Mom and Dad are grabbing me by the ankles and theres a mutant vacuum attached to my hair.
Trust them? What the heck was I thinking?!
After I finally get that &%#! thing off my head, I realize how late it is. Shouldn't Danny be home by now?
I hear Mom and Dad talking in the next room.
"I just hope Danny's okay. Getting carried home by his friends? What if he's really hurt?"
Fear grips my heart.
"Don't worry Maddie. Sam and Tucker said he was fine. Now what we need to concentrate on is getting that ghost outta Jazz!"
I give Dad a deathglare from behind the door and make my way to my room. Danny's room is next to mine, and the walls are paper thin, so I can hear everything that goes on. That's how I've been keeping tabs on what Danny's been up to and how hhis power's are progressing.
I listen to Sam and Tucker. Okay, a menu obsessed lunch lady ghost definetly gets originality points. And apparently Dash framed Danny for the food fight. Jerk. I don't care how far he can throw a pigskin, he should be expelled.
About two hours later, Danny wakes up. Sam and Tucker almost immeadiatly have an argument about the menu and leave. I'm a little mad at them, I mean Danny was drained trying to protect them, and all they care about is what's being served for lunch. I mean, hasn't that menu caused them enough pain?
So now Danny's fighting ghosts. Dad would be so proud.
I'm worried though. He could get hurt so easily. I wish I could do SOMETHING to help him.
Maybe I can.
I go into his room. He's still on his bed, looking a little depressed.
"Hey, you okay?"
"I'm fine" he says.
"Rough day at school?"
It goes on like that. Just normal smalltalk, a little sibling banter. It's working, I can see Dann'y cheering up from the dose of normalacy. It's not much, but it's all I can do.
Oh was today a day. Those protest were definatly laughable. It reminded me of the Phantom Tollbooth, how King Azaz and the Mathemagician always fought over whether Numbers or letters were better, not realizing both were equally nessecary. Then I caught Spike. He's a common variety Punk I've been practicing my psycology on.
My parents have I great sense of timing. Just as I tell him that his parent won't attack him, my own swoop me up into a giant net. Actually I'm glad they did, I saw that the noise behind me wasn't from the protests after all. And I know that at all costs. I have to keep their attention away from the white haired figure fighting the meat monster. I almost succeed too. Oh well, at least they never realized it was Danny. I'm proud of him, I really am. Still, as I leave the messed up school yard, I can only think of one thing.
Man am I glad I didn't sabotage the thermos.