Chapter 2

(An- things with this story will get very interesting, turning the obvious into awesome. Authors promise. Er...this is the longest chapter...ever!)

(Casper High)

Bang, Bang, Bang! Dash was throwing punch after punch at Danny. Who easily blocked them by ducking each time, meaning dash was punching thehard metal of the school lockers leaving dents all over locker 213. "Mr. Baxter!" a strict voice yelled from behind the two boys. "You'll get it next time Fenton!" quietly exclaimed Dash picking Danny up by his shirt. "To the principle's office, now." Dash growled at Danny while he was being taken away from the scene of the fight. Danny regained his nerves and walked away to the corner where Sam and Tucker were standing watching the pointless fight. "Can you and Dash go a day without fighting?" Asked Sam "Sometimes I wish he was smart, then he wouldn't bother me." Danny complained. The three stopped walking to class for a quick laugh at how that would never happen. The three split up when Danny and Tucker went to P.E. and Sam left to Orchestra.( Yeah it think Sam would be good at playing the Cello, can be gothic i think it's neat.)

(P.E. Class)

Today was dodge ball day. In this match Danny, Tucker, Robbie, and John were the throwers and everyone else was the target. Danny and Tucker threw all the red dodge balls they could, trying to hit every one out, but when the whistle blew the match was over. Robbie scored 7 out, John scored 10, Danny and Tucker scored a total of 5 out put together. Several people were left on the field when it was time to go. All the teens ran to their separate locker rooms. In the locker rooms, Danny and Tucker were dressing. "5 out only!" Tucker exclaimed. "We don't throw very well Tucker." Said Danny putting on his shirt. "I know but that was OUR time OUR moment to revenge on all those guys!" Tucker was mad that with their time to be throwers, they only got 5 people out total.

Danny opened his locker to put away his gym clothes when a picture fell out and landed on the floor. Danny picked it up and stared at it. It was a picture of him and Clara. The picture was of them Flying over the park, hand in hand. The newspaper had taken the picture, it had the words 'New Amity Park ghost!' Just as Danny was remembering everything about Clara, Tucker snatched away to peek at it. "You miss her don't you?" "Tucker, I haven't seen her since forever." "Come on, let's go." Said Tucker throwing the picture back into his locker. He left the locker room to wait outside for Sam. Before Danny left, he checked for anyone then reached through his locker door to pull out the picture. He stuffed it in his bag and left.

When Danny got home that afternoon, another package laid on the table with Danny's name on it. It was from Dlav. Surely Danny would just throw it away, but he didn't feel like walking out side so he grabbed it and took it to his room. He lay down on his bed, and stared at the ceiling, then he pulled out the picture. In the picture Clara and Danny looked so happy. They shared so much. She was the only one who could really understand him, and everything about him, on both sides. Danny hadn't thought about her since now. She was so far away, and now he wondered how she was doing, or if she would ever see her again. He missed her a lot that night.

When he looked at the clock, he decided to turn in early. He threw the package out the window, making sure it would land in the dumpster. Then crawled under his covers and fell asleep.

(Where Clara is)

When Clara woke up from the sleep that she drifted into. The car was passing a sign with the name of the city the car was coming into. She didn't bother to look at the sign, but when she looked around things looked familiar. "We are almost home, Clara!" said James from the front of the car. Clara put on her shoes and climbed into the front. "Dad…where are we?" asked Clara "You'll see soon enough." James replied.

When the car stopped they were in front of a beautiful white house, with a porch and a big oak tree. Clara jumped out, almost falling from being in the car for so long. She ran into the house. It was amazing, two stories almost like…. "Back Home…" Clara pulled the purple tulip out of her bag; it was in fine condition, with a little browning on the backside. She walked up stairs, there where three bed rooms and two bath rooms. She ran into one that faced the front and was nearest the big oak tree. "This can be my room." Said claimed. Throwing her bag down she opened the dusty window letting in a small breeze. She looked out into the horizon. The room was facing west; it over looked the town lake. Out on the lakethere wasa fisherman, two little girls wadding in the shallows, and a girl about Clara's age walking along the sand. Clara wondered if she could go meet the girl…. but work beckoned her to unpack everything. She ran back out side to the family car, she took her things out of the trunk and dragged them back up to her room.

When she finished setting up her room for the first night…. it looked descent, sort of. She had five boxes still waiting to be unpacked, but she put most of her clothes away and hung a few posters, she put her sheets on her bed and she vacuumed, and cleaned the window. She was so tired; she fell asleep, while resting on her new bed.

The next day was full of more unpacking. Clara hung more posters and a tack board full of pictures of her and her friends and family. When she hung it she almost forgot what she left…. the mountains and wide-open parries. Two corners on the tack board were left to fill enough for one picture each. Clara searched through her bag for one picture that meant the most to her. Her picture of the mountains. She took it out and stared into the memory that it kept. She couldn't take her eyes off it; she stared into the spot in which she stood many times when she lived there, the spot that looked upon every last tree. She felt as though she was there... like she never left. She closed her eyes and she smelled the pine trees and the grass, the poppies that crowded the fields, she saw the little stream that ran straight across the valleys and right through the woods. When she opened her eyes, the feeling left, the sent left, everything left.

Clara wanted to cry. For once in the longest time, she could feel pain in her heart, actual pain. It hurt her physically, even though she was aware that it was all in her head. She told herself to stop but the feeling was too real. She saw her home; she smelled her home, yet…she wasn't there. Clara cover her face with her hands, but concealed iher feelingswhen her mother walked in.

"Clara do you have a box that has number 13 on it?" "No." "Okay…well if you do bring it to me." "Yes." Her mother left as soon as she came in. it didn't matter, but the quick conversation did remind Clara of her work. So she unpacked the last box and began putting away the last of her clothes. When she found her photo album, she threw it on her bed next to all her books that will go on her mini bookcase. She put her lamp on her bureau next to her CD player; she picked out her mini statue off a ghost boy and threw that on her bed without thinking twice. When her room was complete Clara realized she hadn't seen the rest of the house. Claraput on her sandals and walked out of her room. Her mom was in the kitchen making lunch for everyone out of some watermelon, and some other fruit. James was busy hanging a shelf. Clara's house already looked finished, everything was set up, the dishes were in the cabinet, the couch was dusted off, the TV was in place, the rug was laid out and all the plants and flowers, decorations, and every other little thing the family had was in place, it was until three men walked in, that Clara reasoned how everything got set up so fast. The first man was a worker; he had a cap on and was wearing jeans and a white tee. The second was just the same except had a beard. The last man was more of a boy, he was shorter, and looked about a year older than Clara when he walked in the first thing the boy's eyes met was Clara's eyes. He was cute, was wearing black jeans and a white tank that had a fire element logo on it, his hair was blond and spiked in an odd way, but his hair looked so hot.

Clara was be founded by the sparkle in his eyes, they took her to a quiet place even though her father was banging away at the wall. "Hi" he said his voice silky smooth, yet loud to the perfect tone. The word brought her back to where she really was. She jerked breaking away from the spaced out phase. "OH, hi" she said in reply. "Clara where have you been all day long?" said James. "Dad, I was upstairs, putting my room together." "Well lunch is ready, you hungry?" asked Crystal. "No I think I'm going to go take a walk around the neighbor hood." "Are you sure, you haven't eaten a thing." "I'll get a small something." "Be careful Clara, we aren't in the mountains anymore. There are lots of people in the town so…." "Don't worry, I'll be back in an hour or so." Clara finished the conversation she was sick of being reminded of her new surroundings. As she walked away from the staircase and towards the door, she passed by the boy, he still had that look on his face like he enjoyed her every movement, Clara kept her eyes on him until turning around to open the door and leave.