Thanks to Wings for allowing me to write this story. Oh, people, check out her stories. She's on my fav author list for easy convenience.
It was a bright, cheery Friday afternoon. The students of Casper High had all flocked to the nearby Nasty Burger, hoping to chat, eat, and watch the occasional nerd get pranked. Everyone had a smile on there face…
Except two thirteen year old girls. They hid behind a tree, watching the familiar form of an African American walk towards them, his friends in tow. Both girls had a smile on their face, each one holding a separate prop. Slowly their cousin's silhouette became firm, and recognizable. They smiled evilly to each other, each twisting a strand of ebony hair around their fingers.
The unsuspecting teenagers came closer still, and the twin on the left gave the signal. They jumped out, throwing glue onto Tucker, followed closely by a bucket of feathers. As he started to recover, they pounded him with more glue and another layer of feathers, finishing the costume with two red balloons. "Smile for the camera, Tuck!" the one with longer, straighter hair yelled, snapping over ten pictures.
"Theresa, gimme that!" he yelled, lunging at the girl. She just laughed, tossing the camera to her cohort. She caught it easily, blowing a stray wisp of hair out of her face. "Tess!" She let out a chuckle, her voice a little lower than her sister's.
"Go long, rookie!" she yelled, taking a few steps back and tossing the camera to her sister. They played this game of monkey-in-the-middle for well over five minutes, finally growing bored of the game with a final toss. "Good-bye blending in," Tess said, twirling the small device in her hand. "Hello internet." The two ran off, giggling madly, heading towards Tuckers house.
Perhaps we should back up. To the beginning of that day, when a plane landed in Amity Park, unknowingly letting loose the greatest evil ever imagined: the wrath of twin teenagers. They seemed normal, one with short, ebony tresses curled slightly at the ends; the other with long, straight ebony hair reaching her waist, half of it pulled up with a giant, hot pink bow.
They walked towards their aunt and uncle, smiling on the surface but plotting under it. They greeted both with warm hugs, letting go of their pink and black suitcases. After welcomes were exchanged, Theresa grabbed her pink suitcase, Tess clutching her black one. They only had a week and two days to get revenge on Tucker, the one who had humiliated them accidentally.
And they would make him go through it ten times worse. Ah, Spring Break had its perks. Like the fact that everyone would be reading the news, surfing the web, gather information by any means, attempting to find their own name mentioned in some of the articles.
It was Spring Break, after all. That meant parties, Parties, PARTIES, and streaking, which always made the third or forth page. The first two were almost always laden with ghost attacks, ghost sightings, ghosts, ghosts, ghosts.
Tess and Theresa, called Double Trouble by their friends, were excited to meet the famous Danny Phantom, who was known all around the state. Many people outside of Amity Park were non-believers, but not these two. They had agreed to come and live with their relatives for two reasons. One, humiliate Tuck. Two, meet the infamous ghosts that roamed around.
They shared a guest room at their cousin's house, one sleeping on the small bed the other getting the pullout couch located in the corner. Theresa's stuff was tucked neatly into her side of the dresser and closet, while Tess had opened her suitcase and declared herself unpacked. While Theresa was a girly-girl, her wardrobe consisting of pastel colored clothes and skirts; she still had a mischievous side. This bonded her with her opposite, tomboy sibling, who also had a knack for pranks. Together they were deadly.
And poor Tucker was the target.
Which brings us back to the current time, where the twins were racing up the stairs to their own room. They came to a screeching halt, however, when they saw Tucker's door opened. Grinning evilly, they stole inside and ran to his computer. Tess shut the door, locking it and placing a chair under the knob.
Theresa, despite being girly, also shared Tucker's knowledge of computers, and how he guarded his. She easily hacked into it, glancing at the desktop and raising an eyebrow. "Hey sis, come look at this," she beckoned, and her partner in crime strode over. She glanced quickly, her eyes widening.
"His diary?" Tess asked, but Theresa shook her head.
"Keep going," she demanded, and her sister's eyes roamed down, practically bulging from his sockets. There was an icon everyone in Amity park knew. A P inside of a D, the symbol for none other than Danny Phantom. Below it it said 'Danny's Backup Ghost Files.'
They were debating on which to open first, when they heard a familiar voice call to his mother he was home. Siding with the diary, they quickly copied it, put it on an email, and emailed it to all the local newspapers. Getting up, they shut off the computer, making it look untouched. Tess took the chair and placed it back by his bed, Theresa unlocking the door and ridding the room of any signs of their visit.
They quickly sprinted to their own room, shutting their door behind them. Tess grabbed a basketball, tossing it back and forth, while Theresa snatched up the nearest fashion magazine. Tucker walked in on them, a few feathers still attached to his body, glaring at the two girls. They looked up from what they were doing; hiding the smiles they felt beneath the surface.
"What do you want nerd?" Tess asked, tossing the basketball at him hard enough to knock him to his butt. He continued to glare, but got up and walked back to his own room, ready to take a shower. Theresa grabbed her own shower supplies and fresh clothes, and ran off into the bathroom before he could even exit his room. When he saw the only shower besides his parents' occupied, he let out a frustrated growl.
And thus began the worst week of Tucker's life.