Candy- Here's another chapter blah blah blah...but first, I have to say one thing before I start to write down our little tale, shall I? No? Well to bad. But this is directed to Druggie101...none of the actually straight people is this at all directed to.

Druggie101: What the hell is a matter with you, you little bastard! If you can't act more immature, then I don't see why you seriously just don't grow up. You have no right, you piece of shit, to say anything to me or any of those people. Especailly coolgril44. I want you too know, love, that I don't appreciate any of you saying anything to me or those other people. Okay, now, you can leave, dear. le wink

Okay, now that that was gotten off my chest, I should explain to you who this guy is. But I'm not, I'll just let you know that he hates me for something some guy did that I don't even know and he hates my friends, coolgirl44 and Dark Dragon and sam manson rules. These people have done noting wrong and this bastard finds it his duty to be totally immature.

Well, sorry, I didn't mean to scare you all, I just get a little mad when people act like this and don't even know me. I really am sorry, my friends...no not you Druggie.

Chapter 6:

Sam's hands shook a little as she let the ping of the pan fill her ears. She watched Danny to see a flicker of a smile cross his face and he chuckled a little, bending down to Dash on the ground, his breathing regularly.

"Sam!" Danny said, "Wow!"

Sam blushed, her hair tossing to one side as she bit her lip, She blushed and covered her ears as the pan's clang echoed through the room.

Danny couldn't help the smile again braking on his face. He blushed and then frowned.

"Were in trouble." He said, quickly and frowned.

Sam giggled and bent down to Dash, who even passed out, wore a gruff facial expression. "He'll be okay in like twenty minutes, Danny." Sam said, lifting her hair away from her face.

Danny sighed, remembering Paulina's shocked expression and he nervously bit his lip.

Sam sighed, "I'll go out there, okay?" She stood up, using Dash as a stand, "I'll see if anybody actually saw anything. Your worrying for nothing."

She flushed, her coat made her hot as she pulled it off of her shoulder.

Sam's POV:

I left Danny sighing. I had to admit, I was actually worried. I'd seen their faces. Especially Paulina's who'd gone carefully green. She clutched her stomach, but she smiled. My face got red.

I yanked open the wooden door from the underground storage room fro the school and snuck around the building. There were others still fixed with their eyes o the spot.

"How the hell did he get through here?" I heard Star ask as she skimmed her hands over the grass. "It's impossible."

Valerie sighed, she carried a newspaper and clutched her stomach, finding something in her knapsack. I saw the flash of something metal and I gulped, not wanting to see the entire thing...

Mr. Lancer stood on a over turned, his held a microphone up to his lips, spitting into the students, biting their lips. "There's nothing to see here." He hadn't seen what they had. "The lunch bell rang, get back to class."

The bright sun shone on head, he covered it with his fingers.

But I stole a glance over to Star, she was rooted to the spot, "If maybe t's sinking grass?"

"That's the lamest thing I think I've ever hear you hear!" Kwan said, raising his hands into the air. He blew up into the air, his breath seen by the peers around him.

"Well excuse me for trying." I hid behind the oak tree nearest Kwan, trying to keep my breath.

Valerie stepped forward, gliding as if it was her duty to be there, "It was the inviso-bil!" She said, her arms up in the air.

"Are you saying Danny's the freak?" Star said, shanking her head.

My face boiled, seeming as if I was about to burst, "No!"

Star smiled, still standing on the grass below her, She smirked.

"He's not!" I say, sighing, my hands in front of me.

Mr. Lancer stumbled of the box, his head still shining. "Get to class!" He yelled in my ear.

I stared at his face, "It was a prank, guys." I said frowning, I knew this meant dention. "Danny, Tucker, Dash and I planned it."

I bit my lip, they would kill me for this.

Mr. Lancer smiled, "Ah? What was a prank?"

"What everybody saw." I breathed in , inhabiting relief.

Paulina strutted away from the able, inhaling hers. She shot me a look. I didn't respond.

"Where is Danny and Dash?" He said, "you all h ave after school dention."

"No!" I said, although I knew it would have came anyways.

I felt a tug at the back of my shirt. "Go to class. As for your friends..."

He didn't finish. He just raised his eyes. "Just get to class."

Danny's POV:

Dash yelped, gasping for air and I recoiled watching him spit out the stale air inside him.

The door to the storage room crashed open and I ducked down below boxes and boxes of cardboard.

Dash yelped, whipping and pulling the hand over his mouth off.

"Get your hand off me! I've done this a million times, Fenton!" He whispered.

I rolled my eyes, careful for him not to see.

The shadow in the door way came closer and peered behind several boxes in the left, mumbling about cleanliness and dention. I gulped.

"Prank, boys?" He said, mimicking a careful tone.

I shut my eyes tight and I heard the scampering of feet when a box at the ne of the room fliped right side over.

Scourging feet.

"I am the box ghost!" A voice said, and I dunked lower below the boxes, watching as Dash spun around as the mist emerged from his mouth again.

Ore scarfing feet and the shadow of a stumbling teacher crashed in my ears, making Dash duck lower and his hands flew to the floor.

The shadow of Mr. Lancer scurried to his feet and we ducked, lower if possible, to the floor. The wooden door slammed above us and the echos of the screams only were still in our ears. I gulped.

A blue head, capped with a beanie peered over the boxes we hid behind as a wide smile flew over the not-so-formal face. "Boo!"

Dash scurried back against the wall in a crab position. He yelped loud when his back touched the cold of the walls.

"Fear–" He raised his hands a little.

And as instinct I whipped out something from my knapsack around Dash's shoulders. The fenton Thermos felt cold in my palms. But I unscrewed the lid and he was gone, with Dash panting on the floor.

The door was pushed open before Dash could respond and Sam's panting chest rose on the walls showing her slim shadow.

"Danny urgent." She panted and a high pitched scream once again echoed in the room.

Her gasps were cut off as another shadow blended into hers. I cursed under my breath.

"Not as urgent as your detention."

Candy- Sorry it was so short and for the beginning. I was just mad and most of you could just ignore that. He he...again,. Sorry to all of you.