Well, I'm back. I got over everything. I feel pretty stupid. This week I also got mad at my history teacher. BTW, not a good idea to call your parents when something goes wrong at school. Pretty stupid. Any way, I'm not going to do anymore review responses. Too much work. Thanks to all of you who reviewed, are reviewing, and will review. Please keep reading and reviewing my stories, even if they're not the best. If you don't like something, tell me how to improve.
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Lildoppler, the Phantom Phreak
The next day, Sam was walking to Danny's house. The huge 'Fenton Works' sign could be seen from blocks away. For some people, the sign was a symbol of craziness. For others, wonder. For Sam, it was remembrance of last night. That night had really shaken her up. She had never seen Danny's mom so angry, or his dad sobbing so hard…in fact, she had never seen him crying at all.
Sam walked for a while, just staring at the sign.
Suddenly, a thought sprang into her mind. 'Samantha Lynn Fenton…'
Sam shook her head. 'That was a bit spontaneous,' she thought.
She walked up the steps to the Fentons' house and rang the doorbell. Danny answered the door, the bags under his eyes obvious.
"Whoa, are you okay?" Sam asked, pretty freaked out.
"I couldn't get to sleep last night. I was about to, but then dad started screaming. I couldn't get to sleep after that. I don't even feel like I'm awake. You probably want to come in, don't you?"
"Sure" Sam smiled, and, even though Danny did too, she couldn't help but notice it was a sad smile. It was almost as if a piece of him was gone, a piece that would most likely never come back. They started walking up the stairs. Sam could hear talking down the hall, most likely Jazz and Mr. Fenton, she thought.
"Where's Tucker?" Danny asked, suddenly noticing the absence of his very best friend.
"He got sick."
"Oh," was all Danny said. 'I really needed to talk to him,' he thought.
"Hey, Danny…" Sam knew what she wanted to say, but not how to say it.
"Yeah?"
"What happened that made your mom so upset? Why did she…you know…"
"Leave? Dad forgot their anniversary again, which he's been doing for a long time. I think Mom said it was the eighteenth year in a row…" Danny had more to say, but he really didn't want to talk about his mom and dad.
"You know, your mom calling you a monster was pretty harsh…"
Danny stood still for a second in his room. All of a sudden, he lashed out at Sam.
"I am, aren't I?" That question surprised Sam.
"Why would you say that, Danny? You're hardly-"
Danny whirled around to face her, anger in his eyes. "Look at me, Sam! I can turn into a ghost, walk through walls, shoot ecto-plasmic beams out of my hands, and fly! Doesn't that make me some sort of freak?" Danny stood there for a second, breathing heavily. Suddenly, he felt dizzy. He couldn't see straight and was wobbling on his legs. Sam caught him just before he fell over and sat him on his bed.
"Danny…Danny! Are you okay?"
"Ugh…"
"Danny, how many fingers am I holding up?"
"Four," Danny mumbled.
"Well, at least you can see…" Sam propped Danny up with a couple of pillows. Suddenly, a silver mist crept through the floor boards.
"I am Glithion, the ghost of emotional pain! I sap energy from people who suffer, and get stronger every day! You can't stop me, halfa!"
The ghost, a wizard-like man, grabbed on to Danny's shoulders. Danny struggled to get out of his grasp, but Glithion had taken too much of his energy. Suddenly, a blinding light burst from the air. Glithion grew four times his original size, and threw Danny to the floor.
"Danny! No, Danny! Oh my gosh, what'll I do?" Sam knelt down beside Danny, cradling his head in her arms. "Hold on, Danny," she said. "Everything will be okay."
Just as Glithion dived to finish off his prey, the door slammed open. There, standing in the door way was…
AGH!
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