YES! It's the third chapter... I am grounded from the computer but finally got the chance to sneak on! Yes! Mwhaha, aren't I so bad? But anyway, i'll try to get the next chapter up as soon as I can. So I hope you like this one. PLEASE read and respond, because it will make me feel happy. Thanks!
~Chelle Lee
Danny moved quietly to his seat near the back of the classroom, trying to avoid any attention at all costs. He pulled his long, black coat over himself in effort to cover as much as possible. Yes, he had lost his left arm, and both of his legs had dissappeared. This was not good.
It was strange. It felt like his body was numb and extremely cold, without feeling. Almost as if he was dead...
Suddenly, a rush of warmth returned to him, and he felt an intense rejuvination, literally feeling his blood, muscles, and nerves all reassembling together again. And lo and behold, his left arm had come back.
"This is so weird..." Danny muttered to himself.
"What is so weird?" his history teacher, Mr. Faulkin, walked up to his desk. Oh great, Danny thought.
"Do you know what I think is weird, Daniel Fenton?" he paused, amused by Danny's expression, and then continued, "I think that it is weird that you have not been turning in your homework for the past... oh, seven days," he grinned maliciously.
"Actually, sir, I---"
"Do you also know that this absense of your work has decreased the overall achievement and effort grade as well as my grading you academically?"
"Mr. Faulkin, I have been turning in my---"
"And your grade point average has now slipped twenty-percent less than your letter grade average last semester,"
"Okay then... what IS my grade, Mr. Faulkin?"
"Let's just say that your letter grade corresponds with the first letter of your name," he grinned wider.
"Uh.. would that be a D as in Danny, or an F as in Fenton?"
And then the whole class burst out laughing. Yep, this was the kind of torture he had to live with every single solitary day confined in this imprisoment that they call "school". If he's learning anything, it's to have no social contact with anyone whatsoever in order to avoid the risk of humiliation. Which is pretty much impossible anyway.
"Try the first name, Daniel. And unless you want it switched to the latter, I'd suggest that you quit slacking off. And take off that hat, Fenton. All headwear, also including sunglasses, is prohibited inside the school building,"
Danny looked around nervously. What if his hair suddenly turned purple or something? Feeling forced to do so, he slowly took off the hat, and quickly turned to Sam, who was sitting across from him.
"Sam!" he whispered. "Is--Is my head... normal?"
"What... are you talking about?" she hissed back at him, obviously feeling the same embarassment he was feeling. Danny took that as a "yes".
"Nevermind..." he whispered back to her, feeling his face turn red. What was going on with him? Everyone was probably thinking he had turned into a complete nutcase. It wasn't like he wasn't a freak already. Danny closed his eyes, wishing he could just dissappear at that very moment.
All I can say is, be careful what you wish for.
Before he knew it, Danny found himself falling out of his chair and onto the floor. Well, actually, he fell through his chair. He looked at his body, realizing that he had fully turned himself invisible.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!!" he screamed as the floor seemed to collapse beneath him. He fell through the floor, faintly hearing the voices above him,
"Wha? What happened to him?"
"Where did he go? It's like he just disappeared..."
Danny continued to fall until he felt the solid ground crack against his spine. "Owwww... ow...." he groaned in pain, disoriented for a while. He rubbed his head and sat up, realizing he was in the boiler room, directly under his history class.
"Well, this should start hurting tomorrow morning," he said, getting up. What happened? He fell through his classroom floor. Through it. He looked at his hands, watching them turn from invisible to his normal flesh. This is so freaky...
Danny walked over to the wall of the boiler room, touching it with his hand. He closed his eyes and felt himself go numb, stepping forward and dissolving into the solid brick. The moment he opened his eyes, he found himself in the men's bathroom.
"No way..." he said aloud, looking in a nearby mirror. His whole body was invisible. He could only see a faint outline of himself. Danny had never been able to look into a mirror and not see himself looking back... and now, it was just weird. Danny then closed his eyes and felt the warmness return to him. He looked in the mirror, and there he was. Normal. Well, almost normal. He had that silvery-gray hair and bright green eyes again, and in addition to all of this, his legs were only a dark blur. Half there, half not.
"Oh, I get it. So, I'm half human, half ghost. My dad's machine must have only partially rearranged my molecules and transformed my DNA, so now I have the ability to change from human to ghost. Go figure," he paused a minute, and looked back at himself in the mirror. "So how exactly do I change back to normal before someone finds me in here?"
He experimented with his thoughts, trying to change back into his normal self. Okay, turn back to normal.... back to normal... back to normal... He repeated it over and over, but nothing happened. He clenched his fists in frustration, but suddenly, he saw himself slowly transform into his normal appearance.
"Whoa, what did I do?" he asked the mirror image of himself. He tightened his fist again, making him change again into a ghost. And then making the fist again, he turned back into his normal self. He did this over and over again, a couple of times, until he grasped the concept.
"This... is... awesome..." he trailed off, hearing someone open the door of the bathroom. Oh, great... come on, change back... He clenched his fist again and returned back to his normal state.
"What is wrong with you, Danny?" a voice said, echoing through the bathroom.
"Oh.. heh... hey, Tucker," Danny said nervously, rubbing the back of his head.
"Listen, that was some dissappearing act back there in class... how did you do it?"
"Um.. well, uh..." he put his hand on a wall and leaned against it, "Everything is fine..... ah!!" His arm gave in to the wall, and he quickly pulled it out after regaining his balance, putting it behind his back.
"Fine?" Tucker said, widening his eyes. "What just happened? How did you do that?"
"Do what?" Danny said.
"That! Look, your... your arm just sunk into the wall!"
Danny fell silent. What could he do? He had to tell him... he had already seen it. Maybe Tucker could help him...
"And I know I'm not imagining things, because---"
"Don't tell Sam," Danny interrupted him, looking him straight in the eye. "Do not... do NOT tell Sam!"
"Okay, Danny... I won't tell her... I won't tell anyone,"
"Fine... look at this," he sighed, pulling his arm from behind his back. Tucker stared at where Danny was pointing, trying to fully conceive what was happening.
"Look at what?"
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