Hey guys. Sorry I haven't updated in a lonnnnnnng time, but I was working on other fics. Anyway, hope you like this chapter. I know it leaves you hanging, but I WILL get the next one up faster than last time!!
Chelle Lee
As soon as Tucker had finally grasped the concept that Danny was a ghost, he did what most normal humans would do. Scream.
"Tuck! Tucker!! Shhhhh!!" Danny tried to calm his friend down, but he just continued to scream. What if someone heard him and thought someone was being tortured down there or something?
"SHUT UP!! Just shut up, okay?" Danny yelled. His entire body then became invisible. Tucker obeyed the ghost's commands and slowly backed away.
"You... you... EVIL GHOST... MONSTER... PERSON... THING!! You possessed Danny's body!!"
"No, Tuck, it's me! Really!" he said, but realized that it was hopeless. Tucker had already ran out of the bathroom, still screaming through the hallways.
Great. Just great. Even his own best friend didn't believe him. Danny sighed and transformed back into his normal self. Well, almost normal self. He could never consider himself normal anymore. He heard the lunch bell ring. Danny decided that the day couldn't possibly get any worse, and that maybe some food in his stomach might help him feel better.
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"Sam!! Sam!!" Tucker was out of breath by the time he had reached the lunch table. Sam looked at him, wondering why she was friends with such a pathetic form of life.
"What EVER is the matter this time, Tucker?" she said, picking at her salad.
"Danny... it's Danny... he's.. he's..." he gasped for air.
"Tucker! Geez, calm down... you look like you've seen a ghost!" the moment she said this, Tucker's eyes grew wide and he clamped his hand over her mouth.
"Sam... listen to me Sam..." he paused, taking in another breath, "I'm not joking about this okay?"
Sam nodded, and mumbled something into Tucker's hand, which was still over her mouth. He took it off, letting her speak.
"I said, could you please take your hand off of my mouth, and not talk so loud," she wiped her mouth and hissed, "Okay, what is it?"
"It's... it's Danny," he whispered back to her. "He's... been... possessed by an evil... spirit... thing!!"
Sam rolled her eyes and let out a small sigh. Yep, that was Tucker and his infinite imagination. He continued to blab on, pleading that what he was saying was the truth. But Sam still didn't quite understand where it was all going.
"Sam... Danny is a ghost," he said with even more emphasis than the last ten times. Sam nodded,
"Sure Tuck... sure..."
It was at that moment that Danny had walked into the cafeteria. He walked over to the lunch line, somewhat more uncomfortably than usual. At least he had figured out how to get back to his regular human form. He just hoped that he could stay like this, and get through the rest of the day. The lunch lady splatted the mystery meat on his plate, some of the mystery-meat-ish sauce ending up on his face.
"Thanks... a lot. Really. Great service. Are we allowed to tip you guys here?" he mumbled under his breath, to which the lunch lady grunted. As he gave his money, he wondered why all of the lunch ladies had such distinguished masculine characteristics. Such as facial hair. Maybe their whole face should be covered in the hair net. Not a bad idea, really.
Danny grabbed a can of soda. Then he grabbed it again. And again. His eyes widened and he realized that his hand was invisible. Oh great.
"Look! Look there!!" Tucker yelled, this time too loud.
"Shhh!" Sam said, her eyes darting around at all of the people staring at them. "Tuck, remember our little talk about KEEPING IT DOWN?" At first she had started out in a whisper, but then at the end she was also yelling. Oh, the irony...
"Sorry," Tucker whispered. "But just look. Look at Danny. His whole hand just dissappeared and went IN his soda!"
Sam looked and obeyed. She saw Danny trying to get a soda, holding up the lunch line. It was quite funny actually. His hand was swiping at the air, missing the can each time. She laughed.
"Oh come on, Tuck... Danny just doesn't have very good hand-eye coordination..." she snickered again at the priceless scene.
"I'm serious, Sam!" Tucker said hopelessly.
"Move it, Fenton! You're holding up the lunch line!" Danny heard a familiar voice yell from behind him. Dash looked at him with his usual face. His usual threatening-to-kill-you face. Danny tried as hard as he could to get his hand back to normal. Finally, after what seemed like forever, his hand reappeared and he successfully retrieved this soda.
"What a dork," one of Dash's cronies muttered from behind him. They all laughed and Danny walked away, clutching his lunch tray. Why... why him? What did he do to deserve this?
Danny set his lunch tray on the table. "Hey Sam, Hey Tuck," he said, giving a "you-better-not-have-said-anything" look to Tucker. Tucker's face went pale.
"Uh.. hey, Danny," his voice squeaked at the last syllable. Sam sighed.
"Tucker is having hallucinations again," she said, chewing on a french fry.
"Oh.. hehe... what's new..." he said, taking another anxious glance at Tucker.
"Danny, you look... different..." she commented, searching his face.
"Huh? How do I look different?" Danny said nervously. His eyes darted around, making sure none of his body parts had gone invisible.
"That's it!" she said. "Your eyes... they're green," she looked into them deeper, making Danny clutch the sides of his seat. "Did you get contacts or something?"
"Uh... I--" before Danny could respond, the seat he was gripping onto had given in, and he had fallen through it. "Aaaah!" he yelped as his back hit the hard floor. The cafeteria burst in laughter as Danny climbed back onto his seat, his face flushing a deep red.
"Okay, so Danny is acting a little 'off' today..." Sam stated the obvious. "But that doesn't mean he's---"
"Mean I'm what?" Danny, by this time, had recollected himself and had just joined in on the conversation.
"Nothing! It's just that you've been... well... kind of acting weird today..." Sam had stopped, giving Tucker the death-glare. Tucker was about to say something, but kept his mouth shut. Sam continued, "And, well... it's been doing things to his mind,"
Danny sighed. Tucker had probably told her already. Luckily, Sam didn't believe him. So, Danny played innocent.
"What kind of things are you talking about?" he asked questioningly. He could see Tucker was about to explode from the inside. It was kind of funny, actually.
"What do you THINK we are talking about..." he hissed, giving Danny a malicious glare. "You just fell through your seat!"
"Tucker that doesn't prove anything--"
"Yeah right, ghost boy," Tucker muttered. "I'm out. Sorry, Sam. I'll meet up with you later," he looked at Danny, "And you don't even think about it,"
Danny gaped as Tucker got up and left, shaking his head. Well, he just lost his best friend. One down, one to go. He looked at Sam, who seemed to be deeply contemplating the ingredients of her salad.
"Listen, Sam, I think I should---"
"Don't bother," she said. "He's been acting weird all day. It's not your fault... he'll get over it," she smiled. "So, are you prepared for the biology test next period?"
Danny's smile suddenly dropped. Oh no. He had forgotten about that test. Oh well, he'd probably fail it anyway, even if he had studied. Danny looked up into Sam's dark eyes. He had often wondered if he and Sam were... something more than friends. No way, she wasn't his girlfriend... but he still wasn't sure if he was having feelings for her. Danny remembered back in third grade, when he had kissed her on the cheek and Sam had yelled, "Eww!! Gross!!! Boy germs!!!" , or something like that. It was a laughable memory, and they had been only friends since. But of course, Dash and his friends always called Sam and Danny an item, as a joke, he guessed. And Sam was always the one who denied it. It was always the same, and at that moment, as Danny was looking into her eyes, he thought of the possibility that things might be able to change.
"Uh... Danny, you okay?" Sam's voice broke his trance. Danny just realized that he had been gazing into her eyes for a long time. He blinked and looked down nervously.
"Yeah... yeah," he said. Suddenly, he lost his breath and felt his body go cold. His eyes darted around nervously as he tried to breathe. Finally, cold smoke escaped from his mouth as he exhaled. Danny shivered. What was that? He looked around, making sure that nothing had gone invisible.
"Danny?" Sam looked at him strangely. "You sure you're alright?"
"Uh... yeah, sorry... is it just me or is it kind of cold in here?" his question came out in a whisper. Sam was about to answer his question when her eyes grew wide in fear. Danny looked behind him and nearly screamed. A green, distorted, shapeless figure was floating above the floor. It wasn't until it flew right above their heads that Danny realized that it was a ghost. He had never actually seen a real ghost before, and didn't know how he knew it was a ghost. He guessed that his parents' ramblings about paranormal beings had rubbed off on him. But whatever. Everyone else thought that it was a ghost. He just wondered how it had gotten there.
But there was no time to think, and he grabbed Sam by the waist (which, after he thought about it, was kind of awkward) and flew away from a falling chair. Wait. He flew. Did he just do that? He looked at himself, and discovered that his legs were not present at the time. He looked at Sam, who was freaking out at everything. The cafeteria was in chaos. Tables were crashing into eachother, and chairs and food trays were being lifted and thrown into things by some unknown invisible force. Some students were even being chased by silverware and thrown up and down by the ghostly force, consequentially being beaten onto the floor.
Danny knew that he had to do something. But what? Everyone, even Mr. Lancer, was powerless over this strange green glob. Wait...
Danny thought for a minute. He remembered his new ghost powers. If he could become a ghost, then he could probably fight another ghost. So, why not fight ghost with ghost?
By this time Sam had noticed Danny and his absence of certain body parts. It was funny actually. Danny guessed that this, combined with the pandemonium of the ghost in the cafeteria, was about to make Sam's head explode. Well, actually, she fainted, which was close enough. Danny picked up Sam's unconscious body with little difficulty and layed her in the janitor's closet, so that she would be safe from any crashing objects. While he was still in there, Danny figured that it would be best to transform into his alter ego unseen from the public.
"All right... I'm going ghost!" Danny clenched his fists, and felt a cold rush envelop his body as he opened his eyes. He looked at himself, noticing that he had again changed from his normal clothes to his altered ghost defense suit. Of all things... why did it have to be so tight? He shrugged it off and diffused through the door of the janitor's closet, looking around at the cafeteria.
He hoped no one would recognize him. Sure, his hair was now a silvery white and his eyes were green, topped off with his ridiculous suit... so he didn't really look like himself. But he wasn't wearing a mask or anything, and this fact made him nervous. He decided that he would have to move as fast as possible.
Danny bit his lip. He hadn't actually tried out his powers yet, or had any control over them. But the fate of Casper High was in his hands.
So? It's not like he enjoyed school that much anyway...
Haha just kidding.
"Well, here it goes," Danny gulped.
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