Summary: Through an act of stupidity, Danny gets himself seen not just by one, but -three- people. Yet why are none of them spreading his secret around? And why are weirder things than ghosts starting to prowl Casper High?
Disclaimer: Ha. Yeah, all I own is the plot and Aisling.
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Chatter, laughter and the sound of slamming locker doors filled the halls of Casper High. It was the beginning of the day, and most everyone was trying to catch up on whatever had happened after school yesterday. The rest of the people were either huddled in their own little groups, or sleepily glaring at people with that look that says I'm-am-NOT-a-morning- person.
Like a little island of quiet among the throng of movement, one of those groups were talking casually together. Danny, Samantha (though she demanded being called Sam) and Tucker didn't look like anything special. They weren't average, in fact those higher on the High School social chain would call them losers, but you wouldn't take a second look at them. Perhaps you would if you knew what they had seen, and what one of them was. The fact was that through a freak accident, Danny had gotten himself the ability to become a ghost. Sam and Tucker were the only people he had confided this to.
The day dragged on. Algebra, civics, lit, all blurred into one giant mess of work. Lunch was a brief break from everything, and Dash (Danny's self proclaimed tormenter) appeared to have gotten himself a new girlfriend ("Do they always have to be sluts?" was Sam's question), so they didn't have to deal with him.
After lunch, nothing of interest happened and everyone was glad to escape to a weekend of freedom. But things always have to interfere and as the three were gathering their books to leave, Danny gasped slightly as his breath wisped clearly out of his mouth.
"There's a ghost around?" Tuck asked.
"Yeah..." Was Danny's response. He scanned the halls. There were only a few people still there, and he waited tensely for them to leave. At the end of the hall, a floes ant light fizzled out, while another one, closer, began flickering ominously. Danny grimaced.
"I can't wait." With that, he tensed and his expression set, while a whirl of light lashed up and down, leaving him with pale white hair and glowing green eyes.
It was only then that he noticed the three people who had turned the corner just moments before and were standing with eyes wide, staring at him. The ghost boy cringed noticeably. Sam stared scathingly at them as if they were being terrified of someone blinking.
"What?"
Two of them fled. The remaining one stood stock still, giving them all a good time to look at her. She had dark skin, tick gold bracelets on her arm, and a lip that curled up in a frightened snarl.
"Go." Demanded Sam, and the girl paused, studying the phantom before her, then ran.
"That was smooth." Tuck commented. Danny only frowned.
"But they saw-" He was cut off by a blast of energy that hit him squarely in the chest. He was knocked back, but thankfully not injured. Darting forward, he faced a slim little ghoul with gnashing teeth and sharp looking fingers. It flashed forward and in his surprise, he grabbed one of its arms and held on. To his surprise, it didn't pull free. Apparently it was fast, but not very strong.
"Uh, I need the thermos."
A beam of light pulled the thing into their thermos, where Tucker gave it an aggressive shake. Danny felt no victory. He had been seen.
"It's okay." Though Sam's voice sounded too strong from him to believe it. "They probably won't believe what they saw. People are like that."
Danny certainly hoped so.
Disclaimer: Ha. Yeah, all I own is the plot and Aisling.
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Chatter, laughter and the sound of slamming locker doors filled the halls of Casper High. It was the beginning of the day, and most everyone was trying to catch up on whatever had happened after school yesterday. The rest of the people were either huddled in their own little groups, or sleepily glaring at people with that look that says I'm-am-NOT-a-morning- person.
Like a little island of quiet among the throng of movement, one of those groups were talking casually together. Danny, Samantha (though she demanded being called Sam) and Tucker didn't look like anything special. They weren't average, in fact those higher on the High School social chain would call them losers, but you wouldn't take a second look at them. Perhaps you would if you knew what they had seen, and what one of them was. The fact was that through a freak accident, Danny had gotten himself the ability to become a ghost. Sam and Tucker were the only people he had confided this to.
The day dragged on. Algebra, civics, lit, all blurred into one giant mess of work. Lunch was a brief break from everything, and Dash (Danny's self proclaimed tormenter) appeared to have gotten himself a new girlfriend ("Do they always have to be sluts?" was Sam's question), so they didn't have to deal with him.
After lunch, nothing of interest happened and everyone was glad to escape to a weekend of freedom. But things always have to interfere and as the three were gathering their books to leave, Danny gasped slightly as his breath wisped clearly out of his mouth.
"There's a ghost around?" Tuck asked.
"Yeah..." Was Danny's response. He scanned the halls. There were only a few people still there, and he waited tensely for them to leave. At the end of the hall, a floes ant light fizzled out, while another one, closer, began flickering ominously. Danny grimaced.
"I can't wait." With that, he tensed and his expression set, while a whirl of light lashed up and down, leaving him with pale white hair and glowing green eyes.
It was only then that he noticed the three people who had turned the corner just moments before and were standing with eyes wide, staring at him. The ghost boy cringed noticeably. Sam stared scathingly at them as if they were being terrified of someone blinking.
"What?"
Two of them fled. The remaining one stood stock still, giving them all a good time to look at her. She had dark skin, tick gold bracelets on her arm, and a lip that curled up in a frightened snarl.
"Go." Demanded Sam, and the girl paused, studying the phantom before her, then ran.
"That was smooth." Tuck commented. Danny only frowned.
"But they saw-" He was cut off by a blast of energy that hit him squarely in the chest. He was knocked back, but thankfully not injured. Darting forward, he faced a slim little ghoul with gnashing teeth and sharp looking fingers. It flashed forward and in his surprise, he grabbed one of its arms and held on. To his surprise, it didn't pull free. Apparently it was fast, but not very strong.
"Uh, I need the thermos."
A beam of light pulled the thing into their thermos, where Tucker gave it an aggressive shake. Danny felt no victory. He had been seen.
"It's okay." Though Sam's voice sounded too strong from him to believe it. "They probably won't believe what they saw. People are like that."
Danny certainly hoped so.