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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The weekend was nerve racking. Neither Danny, Sam or Tucker has recognized any of the people by name, so he spent the day raiding Jazz's collection of year books and pouring over them in an attempt to try and do something about what had happened. By the end of two hours, he was cursing the fact that people were allowed to change their hair, get braces, grow and blink. Mostly he hated the poor quality and minuscule size of the pictures. There was no hope of identifying any of the people.
So he mopped around for a while. Eventually, homework caught up with him, and he sat down to dredge through that.
On Monday morning he was tense, and woke earlier than usual, worrying about what his social standing would be at school. Though he considered faking it sick, he knew his parents wouldn't buy it.
So he arrived at school, slinking along walls, hoping not to be seen. But when he was spotted, no one looked at him oddly, or whispered. This didn't give him much hope. The people may not have been able to blab to others yet. It would only be a matter of time. Yet the day went on with no incident.
And another.
And another.
On Thursday, he was wondering what was going on. People should know by now. He didn't expect them to know exactly what he was, but from what they had seen, he should be nailed as a freak for life. But nothing happened.
But just before school ended, he spotted the dark girl. After a pause, he dashed after her. It was hard, the crowd was going in another direction, but he fought forward, wondering where she was going.
When she slipped out of view, he almost panicked. For some reason, it was very important to talk to this girl. Finding the hall she had slipped into, he followed quietly, glancing around.
There. She was standing with her back to him, messing about in her locker. He was astounded when she pulled out thin metal rod, slightly crooked at the tip. After that, she extracted a normal coat, pulled it on, and walked down the hall towards a back exist. Danny followed.
The back exit led away from where the busses stopped to pick people up. All there was behind the school was a strip of grass, then some woods, each tree branch glittering in snow. The girl strode towards them carefully, then, turned about to see if anyone was watching. And for once someone was. Her eyes narrowed.
"You're the one from the hall." It was a statement, not a question. Danny stared back at her, knowing he couldn't deny it, but trying to work out some excuse for what she had seen.
It was then he noticed she was staring at him, her eyes holding an odd and intensely interested expression. It slowly dawned on him that it was too cold for him to see if this girl was a ghost. That could explain the weirdness. And she was showing no fear, only a slightly predatory interest, one he recognized a as the way some ghosts acted when they thought he hadn't figured them out. He narrowed his eyes. She seemed to take this as a conformation, and showed sharp teeth.
"So, you are..." But she didn't finish the sentence, for the boy before her seemed to have decided to do what he had before. A brief flash of light, and, suddenly he was flying (flying!) toward her.
He was just about to push her down she did the most unexpected thing. Her head darted forward, and she snapped her jaws at his arm, teeth coming together with a distinct clack. He could have dealt with this, but it was so unexpected, the ghost boy pulled his hand back, and drifted up, looking confused.
Below, the girl let out a stream of obstinacies pertaining to his actions, then looked up and yelled at him directly.
"Rule! Number! One! Do NOT randomly pick fights for no reason!" She bellowed. Danny cringed. He had just confirmed what she had seen and attacked someone who was not a ghost and had done nothing more than be curious and accept him. Acceptance. That was it. She didn't know what he was, but she didn't care, and had treated him normally. And he had rushed her. He groaned.
"Oh, now you see?" The girl said, then sighed, and said in a calmer voice. "What the hell are you anyways?"
Danny looked away. Shoudl he tell. She had seen him, but it would be turning over trust to someone he didn't even know.
Disclaimer: Ha. Yeah, all I own is the plot and Aisling.
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The weekend was nerve racking. Neither Danny, Sam or Tucker has recognized any of the people by name, so he spent the day raiding Jazz's collection of year books and pouring over them in an attempt to try and do something about what had happened. By the end of two hours, he was cursing the fact that people were allowed to change their hair, get braces, grow and blink. Mostly he hated the poor quality and minuscule size of the pictures. There was no hope of identifying any of the people.
So he mopped around for a while. Eventually, homework caught up with him, and he sat down to dredge through that.
On Monday morning he was tense, and woke earlier than usual, worrying about what his social standing would be at school. Though he considered faking it sick, he knew his parents wouldn't buy it.
So he arrived at school, slinking along walls, hoping not to be seen. But when he was spotted, no one looked at him oddly, or whispered. This didn't give him much hope. The people may not have been able to blab to others yet. It would only be a matter of time. Yet the day went on with no incident.
And another.
And another.
On Thursday, he was wondering what was going on. People should know by now. He didn't expect them to know exactly what he was, but from what they had seen, he should be nailed as a freak for life. But nothing happened.
But just before school ended, he spotted the dark girl. After a pause, he dashed after her. It was hard, the crowd was going in another direction, but he fought forward, wondering where she was going.
When she slipped out of view, he almost panicked. For some reason, it was very important to talk to this girl. Finding the hall she had slipped into, he followed quietly, glancing around.
There. She was standing with her back to him, messing about in her locker. He was astounded when she pulled out thin metal rod, slightly crooked at the tip. After that, she extracted a normal coat, pulled it on, and walked down the hall towards a back exist. Danny followed.
The back exit led away from where the busses stopped to pick people up. All there was behind the school was a strip of grass, then some woods, each tree branch glittering in snow. The girl strode towards them carefully, then, turned about to see if anyone was watching. And for once someone was. Her eyes narrowed.
"You're the one from the hall." It was a statement, not a question. Danny stared back at her, knowing he couldn't deny it, but trying to work out some excuse for what she had seen.
It was then he noticed she was staring at him, her eyes holding an odd and intensely interested expression. It slowly dawned on him that it was too cold for him to see if this girl was a ghost. That could explain the weirdness. And she was showing no fear, only a slightly predatory interest, one he recognized a as the way some ghosts acted when they thought he hadn't figured them out. He narrowed his eyes. She seemed to take this as a conformation, and showed sharp teeth.
"So, you are..." But she didn't finish the sentence, for the boy before her seemed to have decided to do what he had before. A brief flash of light, and, suddenly he was flying (flying!) toward her.
He was just about to push her down she did the most unexpected thing. Her head darted forward, and she snapped her jaws at his arm, teeth coming together with a distinct clack. He could have dealt with this, but it was so unexpected, the ghost boy pulled his hand back, and drifted up, looking confused.
Below, the girl let out a stream of obstinacies pertaining to his actions, then looked up and yelled at him directly.
"Rule! Number! One! Do NOT randomly pick fights for no reason!" She bellowed. Danny cringed. He had just confirmed what she had seen and attacked someone who was not a ghost and had done nothing more than be curious and accept him. Acceptance. That was it. She didn't know what he was, but she didn't care, and had treated him normally. And he had rushed her. He groaned.
"Oh, now you see?" The girl said, then sighed, and said in a calmer voice. "What the hell are you anyways?"
Danny looked away. Shoudl he tell. She had seen him, but it would be turning over trust to someone he didn't even know.