Candeh- Hey again! I'm back! LOL. -stares around and sighs-
Well, how was your Halloween, everybody? I know I'm going to go on and on about how mine was, but you'll hear all about it, if your reading the next chapter of "Walking With The Ghost", You probably know all about it. But if your skipping it, then I can give you a short summary:
1.) Dressed as Ember
2.) Had to babysit eleven year olds. (Eleven?)
3.) Parents saw my outfit and thought I was some sort of person who like...oh never mind. You'll know what I mean, if you think about it.
4.) Gave away my candy, now regretting it.
5.) Didn't get a lot in the first place because I'm trying to program myself to be anti-fat foods.
6.) Makeup wouldn't come off
7.) Went to a party.
8.) Couldn't get blue out of hair.
9.) Went to school with it.
10.) It all ended...
Happy Halloween, eh? -- ;;
What were you guys? Probably something nice, eh? Did you get a lot of candy? What parties did you get/not get invited to. Don't worry, I wasn't invited to my friend's party. I'm going to kill him. LOL. No, I wouldn't have gone, but still.
So, I need some advice from you. This is like way off topic. Way off topic, but I wanted some of your advice. Okay, here goes my little story; Me and my friend, Alexandra, have known each other forever I mean like since second grade. She was actually considered my "best friend" in the fifth grade and ever since like this last summer, she's started to treat me like really badly. For instance, I ask her a question, she gives me a short answer and turns away. I wrote her a note, telling her how I felt and she responded that she didn't have time to write me back. Then, from my friend Jordan, I hear "Allie" has wrote her two friends 24 page letters each. Each, dammit! And she can't find time to write me 24 letters?
I've decided to forget about her. Who wants her anyways? I honestly think she's mad because I'm making a lot of new friends since I moved there. I hope this doesn't sound selfish or anything, but I seriously am...ARG! Damn you, Allie.
Anyways, -smiles- I really don't have a long time today, so I'm going to answer all your reviews shortly and I'll make it up to you by reviewing to you all long next time:
Dreamer For Lyf: Thanks. I know, short. Sorreh. It will be, cause I'll work on this one for a long time, only sadly, that will mean a longer wait.
Xheartkreuzx: LOL. Poor Danny...I hate shots!
Just Call Me Crazy: Bluntly, I don't like her either! Ewww, she's mean! XP But that's a good thing, there always has to be a person in a story you hate. LOL. Cats like to eat hands? I wouldn't know...I was never allowed to have a cat, my dad's allergic.
The sleep warrior: Thanks! I love it when you review! Thanks again!
midnightgoth9: No, no problem. It's no big deal, seriously. She didn't wonder, because she's never seen Danny with his eyes open. See? LOL. Yes, I like her, particularly.
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Syoran: Again, I shortened your name. Sorry, my hands are really tired, believe it or not...
Kuki: Again, I shortened your names. Sorreh, guys. I really am no in the typing mood today, which means, tomorrow, I'll finish. ;;
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Chapter 4:
Sam Manson pulled her hair out of her pony tail and yanked the bed sheets of the second couch in her aunt's office. Elizabeth was nada home, nada apartment, nada condo. It was amazing that she'd been given a job down in the town hospital. In pink lingerie, she'd huffed slowly and pounced willingly onto her couch, ignoring her niece's discomfort.
"Why don't you just," Sam paused, rolling her eyes at the sight of her aunt, laying on the mattress to with her back to her. She continued anyways, "get an apartment?"
Nothing.
"A condo?"
Nothing.
She shifted uncomfortably in her black oversized tee-shirt. Not being a huge fan of her aunt, Sam really didn't care what was on the woman's mind, but in a quick pounce, she was on the side of her relatives bed. "What?" Came the response, as the woman, turning with makeup still on her face to her aunt, "Do you find so fascinating about that boy?"
"What boy?" Sam answered, slipping her two feet into two black bat slippers. She'd had them forever, and she'd loved them, no matter what her aunt thought.
"That..." And her aunt spun around at the annoyance of his name. "What ever his name is."
"Who's that?" Sam asked her, running her black fingernail through her hair. She hadn't actually known the name at the tip of her aunts tongue, but in sorrow of her sleeping bed, she stayed put on the bed, cooing her elder to tell her more.
Even if it hadn't been that soothing.
"That one boy!" She said, eyeing her niece carefully, "The only young boy your interested in!" She rubbed her blonde head and sighed, "I can't think of that damn name!"
Sam rolled her eyes, shifting angrily on the mattress. Whenever her aunt forgot something, it was up to her to remind her who did, "Aunt Jillian would know." She muttered, not meaning anything offensive about the comment. It wasn't until after she glanced away for her aunt to holler back at her.
"I'm sure that whore would." She proclaimed, pulling herself up from the sheets and staring her niece downwards, "Is she who you look up to know a days?" It was a rectorial question, of course, but Sam shook her head disbelievingly anyways.
As if coming to her name, Nurse Jillian passed by, hand in hand with a patient. The girl was about ten, and she was in a cast. She smiled through the sucker up at the nurse and muttered loudly through the glass, "Your so pretty, nurse Jillian."
And it was true, but being modest, Jillian had only tossed her hair back in a pony tail and stared down at the child, "Child, you are beautiful even with that silly cast on your leg."
And the child beamed with happiness as they passed the last window by their room. It took a moment, after Sam had whisked herself off the mattress and yanked down the shutters and returned back t o the bed panting, for her aunt to yank carefully at her graying blonde hair.
With a swift motion, Elizabeth smoothed out her pajamas and stared down at her winkled and sunburnt chest. Although, it wasn't until a soft cry of, "Jillian, your wanted in room 207," ran through the building, she yanked hard at hr locks and flopped her covers quickly over her chest.
"Nurse Jillian would know," She said, pulling herself close to Samantha's body quickly, forcing her niece off the sides.
The room closed in on the older nurse of the hospital. The colors were getting duller and the nurses' eyes dilated, for the millionth time in her life, she was about to experience an anger fit. Knowing this meant tossing of possessions, Sam Manson grabbed quickly three sodas from the counter and left the room, leaving the door just as a plastic blue flower vase it and clunked hard on the half carpeted floor.
There she stood, staring at the opposite side of the door. Nurse Jillian, with a quick swipe of a sucker from the children's bin, floated by her with another call of her name. "Hold on." She said, between bites of the lollipop. She was busy as she stopped by Sam, who huddled close to the door to quiet the yelling. She was already the height of the tiny nurse, but Nurse Jillian stooped down to her level anyways, her palms on her knees. "Hey Sam."
"Hey, Nurse..."
"Jillian."
"I know."
Nurse Jillian swooped her hair over her shoulder and whipped the red sucker out of her mouth. She smiled at Sam, trying not to act nosy, "What, may I ask, is going on in there?"
Another bang came from the room as Elizabeth poked her head slyly out of the door to her bed room. The only thing that Jillian hadn't bet her at. Since, her office, and bed room sat just down the hallway.
"You should be getting to be too, Jill." Liz said, swatting at her own blonde hair. She smiled at Jillian's embarrassment. But it was all forgotten from the yong nurse's head as she shifted onto one leg.
"Yea." She said, wrapping a little arm around Sam's neck like she was her mother. "Are you okay?" She peered into the room of her partner, the walls scratched with paint from the plastic vases.
There were two small sunflowers laying face down on the floor. The petals were peeled off with the last words uttered on their skin, "I'll get out of here, I won't get out of here."
"No." Liz said, rubbing her head, "I have somebody in here." And she dashed her head around to the imaginary man in the corner. Sam rolled her eyes as she knew her aunt's jealousy always got the best of her. There was no man in the room, both girls outside the door knew that. Even Liz knew it, as she watched the empty space in it's stillness. "Can Sam sleep in your room tonight?"
Nurse Jillian slyly looked at the girl, her hair matted and her PJ's falling off of one shoulder. She sniffled, a cold, it must be.
"Sure." She sighed and she let go of Sam's neck and pointed to across the hall.
With a swift opening of her door, Nurse Jillian breathed in fresh air, "Home sweet home...well, home as it'll ever be..." She sighed as she started over to the pul out futon.
"Is that my bed?" Sam asked, rubbing her forearm.
And Nurse Jillian nodded, "That's yours for the night." And she pointed to the large futon on the other side. "Believe it or not, you've got the more comfortable one."
Sam's POV:
I woke up in the middle of the night. No, the bed was actually fine compared my aunt's couch. But for some reason, I felt the need to check on Danny. The sounds of the hospital creek in my ear as I swiftly open the door to Nurse Jillian's room. She is snoring loudly, and I shut it quickly not to draw any attention.
I pass Liz's room slowly. She is snoring also, but the sound in the background is of old jazz music. She listens to it to calm her down.It was the same song she'd listened to for her whole life. During a test, she'd sneak in ear phones and play the sounds of the song over in her ears.
"Who's blue now?
You ought to know;
You made me go.
Who's blue now? You ought to say,
You had your way."
A second loud snore shook the hallway like a giant's. But the rattle of my own plug for the disc player rattled in her ears. Liz, I think, loves to listen to the blues also, for the music sounded more like blues than jazz. And I think it was.
"You drifted far apart from me;
You didn't care;
You took the very heart from me,
You didn't spare me."
And I rolled my eyes as I passed the room with the last words of the blues drowning out the hallways. Once, when the morning comes, she'll wake up, look around and pretend nothing is wrong while the music plays loudly in her ears. I guess she finds the songs from Paul Mertz soothing. I find them rather old.
With a quick swoop to the door, I brush open the door to Danny's room. It's locked, and I sigh miserably as I search into my blouse for my secret necklace. It really is, though, secret, I mean. When the key that opens all the patient's rooms had gone missing, it was me who sat quietly in the corner, fingering it underneath her black tee-shirt. I'm actually impressed with myself by now, the fact that no one has found it under there. Not that anybody would think of it.
There's Danny. He's laying face down on his bed as a puddle of drool seeps from his slightly open mouth. There is a satisfying feeling about Danny. The feeling that he is somehow really strong.
"Danny." I say, shaking him up for the fear of being alone.
He raises his left hand and mumbles as if he is only half awake, "Mmm...Nurse Elizabeth?"
I don't say anything, except ponder how much like my aunt my voice actually sounds. I feel my throat. It's way thinner than my aunt, who is pitifully overweight in the stomach area. Now, that I think about it, Liz's weight isn't that bad, but compared to Nurse Jillian, Liz needs a tummy tuck a more.
"Can I have another pain killer?" He grumbles, shaking his palm as if I'll drop one in his hands willingly.
"These aren't your drugs you know?"
He shoots out of sleeping mode at this and when he notices it's me, he stiffens. "What drugs?" He manages to ask me after goggling at the height difference between my aunt and I. I shrug, noticing his horrified expression.
"Drugs." I repeat nevertheless, opening a bottle of pain killers for the boy anyways, I felt sorry for him and jumping to conclusions. At second glance, he doesn't look like a drug user, and I stumble on apology words, "Sorry. I didn't mean anything by that."
Maybe it was the fact that he'd seemed so popular after a day here that made me reason that way.
Maybe it was the fact that he had friends.
"I don't do drugs." He said, snatching the pill out of my hands and tilting his head back in attempt to swallow it like a professional. He chokes, spitting up saliva as he does and repeats.
"I can see that," I say. I'm only joking, but he glances in my direction glaring before he takes another pathetic try at swallowing the pill.
"So..." He says, still playing with the pill in his mouth. "What's new?" I know he means to ask me something totally different and there is a translation for the words he chose. Translation: So...why the hell are you in my room giving me my pills?"
But I answer the translation way instead, "My nurse is sleeping." And he seems to take it I was answering the words that had actually came out of his mouth. "What school do you go to?" It's a pathetic attempt to strike at a conversation, but I go for the gold.
I actually hit something when he answers back, "Casper." And as if I don't know what he's saying, he responds back, "Casper Highschool."
Casper Highschool. My new school for the past week. I am considered a goth. In my other school, labeling was almost unheard of. We only had the "popular" people. Everyone else was below. No food chain. On the social food chain I am a zero. Or almost it, anyways. But it seems to suit me as for now, as I sit a loner at the lunch tables across for Dash Baxter.
How do I know Dash Baxter's name? I don't. But given my the embroider on his football jacket, I can tell. For all, the teenage girl next to him could be Mr. Baxter. For the fact that she is wrapped ever so warm in it's cloth during lunch break. But this is Paulina. I know her for nothing but the mere mention of her name every day at the school.
"I go there!" I manage to blurt, not realizing how desperate it sounds.
And he adds with a single tilt to his head, "You do?"
"Yeah!"
Was it the fact that I know somebody at the school, or that I was talking to Danny that made me happier? I don't know. Ask God.
"Do you like it?"
"I heard it's haunted."
Danny scratches his head and asks, "But what?" But the sound of his voice seems like he really knows.
"Are you hiding something from me?" I ask, again the defensive side taking over my personality.
His brow furrows and he shakes his head. Although with an utter scream, his hand shoots below the covers of his bed. I pretend not to notice, it isn't my place.
"If you're hiding something the hospital needs to know." I say, my hands rocking on my hips. And that is when I notice something from the corner of my eye.
It is Tucker, the dark featured boy, slumped and snoring over the chair. He is drooling a large amount of saliva onto the tile and muttering in his sleep. I turn back to Danny, who face goes pale with distrust for his friend.
"Aw..." I start, laughing as I spit it out, "He stayed. Are you gay?"
Danny chokes, sending the pill finally down his throat and he smiles a little at the relief, "What the—no, I'm not gay!"
Thank you, God.
And I say it out loud, "Thank you Jesus."
But Danny ignores me as he whispers to his sleeping friend, "Hey Tucker!"
His snoring shakes the wheeled chair, but his head hits the wall, sending the red cap off his almost bald head, and sending him to his senses. "What?" He moans impolitely, and then he notices me in the corner.
"Oh," I say, backing away.
And his face reddens. He sees me in the back and my confused look on my face. "I'M NOT GAY!" He shouts. And at that instant I knew him to be dreaming only a few minutes before.
I laugh, "I never said you were." And I ignore the looks from the boy on the hospital bed. I look back at Tucker, who's eyes are spinning around, "You must get rejected a lot."
He rubs his forearm, embarrassed, "No." He slowly replies, but his eyes dart up to Danny not to say anything about his luck with the highschool girls.
I laugh, in spite of it all. But he meekly replies, "I'm not."
"No," I repeat, "I was just asking Danny here if he has anything to hide from the hospital. It's agnist the rules, you know, boys." I say, unaware of my flirtatious tone.
And Danny doesn't move. Except his eyes, they are moving perfectly towards his friend with a tiny shake of his head, almost unnoticeable.
"Nothing." Tucker says, "He's hiding nothing."
I sigh.
"Okay," I calm, "Do you go to Casper as well?"
Tucker simple nods as he states, "It's haunted!"
And I toss Danny a look of triumph.
"By what?" I ask.
"Ghosts." And after the comment, Tucker's face goes unmistakably pale.
But I consume te fact, "Really?"
And Tucker simply nods. Danny's head is twisted towards him now, and he shakes it 'no' instead. I only chuckle.
"Which ghost?"
There is a giant shadow cast on my back, I now know. Danny and Tucker jump backwards, and fake sore. Their sounds echoing through my ears.
I spin around slowly, staring at my aunt's haunt face. Her hair is messed and she is panting, as if she ran, "By that damned Inviso-bill!" She declares.
And she grabs my hand and pulls me out, thinking of the utter quietness of the hospital room Danny and Tucker occupy.
She is scolding me as we walk, her hurtfull voice pounding like a drum set in my ears. It is most unpleasent and unwanted. But I sigh and pretend to listen.
I mutter the usual;
"Yes, Aunt Elizabeth."
"No, I'm sorry."
"Yes, I won't do it again, I swear." (As if)
There's something about that boy I have yet to figure out. But the hospital is a hospitla, not a bunch of scientists that can. And I've made it my goal to.
Andat the last minute, as I pass his room for the last time that night, I swear I hear Danny's meek reply of, "It's Danny Phantom," as we pass.
Candeh- YAY! I'm done! This chapter took me a while it seemed, but Sam's getting closer to figuring out Danny's lil' secret. Read and review. And as I've said before, how ever mch you review, the more this gets updated.
So, do your thing.
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P.S. Is anybody excited for the Harry Potter movie next week. I'm so excited. That day is a new Danny Phantom and everything! I can't wait to see that one also. And, there is a new Danny Phantom on December 6th. It's called "The Fright Before Christmas."
Well, see ya.
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