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Quick little notes for this chapter; my interpretation of the ghostly wail; Danny's wicked sense of humorous pranks and first little lick at heroism; and the first entry of Sam's mysterious note.

Chapter Seven

I gasped. The only thing my body would let me do at the moment.

The ghost was about three times taller than Danny's dad, with messy, long black hair and large muscles. Its whole body was purely green, glowing eerily.

Jazz screamed again, and if I wasn't so terrified, I would have as well, but I was frozen in fear and couldn't even think straight.

Danny's blue eyes were extremely wide as he stared up at the ghost, and the ghost hadn't noticed that he was just underneath him yet. Instead, he had fixed his red eyes upon both of us.

He swept over to us and I closed my eyes, my nine year old head thinking that I was definitely going to die. Of course, not many nine year olds thought that, but I was different.

"Hey!" I heard a voice suddenly shout. I opened my eyes and inch and saw Danny's arm move rapidly, right before something flew towards the ghost, flew right through its middle, and then landed in front of Jazz and I. The ghost didn't seem to feel anything, but he had heard Danny's yell. He placed his hands over his ears as if his voice had hurt.

He moved towards Danny and he fell over backwards, onto the ground. The ghost got even closer, and Jazz stood up, reluctantly, but her face was set in a protective glance. I stood up too. I didn't want Danny to be hurt.

But then he started yelling. Very loud and very annoying. Even I put my hands over my ears, along with the ghost who had placed his hands over his own, his expression pained, as Danny continued to scream.

He finally looked around, making up his mind about something and then turned a very strange color, like he wasn't really there, even though I could still see him. He jumped up and then went straight through the ceiling and disappeared completely.

"Okay, stop your wailing, it's gone!" Jazz said. Danny instantly did and stood up on his feet, slightly shaky. I walked over to him.

"How did you know how to get him to go away?" I finally decided to ask.

"I don't know, I just screamed," he replied, shrugging. "That was so cool."

"No, it was not. That was a ghost," Jazz argued.

"Duh," he said.

"Ghosts are bad, Danny. Haven't you ever listened to mom?"

"Nope," he said. "I like ghosts."

"Whatever…" she said.

Danny gave another yell as something poked down from the ceiling and grabbed Jazz around her ankles. She screamed, floating in the air, with nothing visible holding her. I gasped, trying to decide whether or not to faint or whether to run or do something…or whatever.

"Danny!" she yelled.

He reached over and picked up the same green and silver baseball on the counter and then threw it as hard as he could towards the ghost. The ghost didn't fade like the other one had, and it didn't go straight through it either because it collided hard with his head, bouncing off.

In the ghost's distraction, he appeared out of thin air and dropped his grip on Jazz. Danny ran underneath quickly and caught her, but she was older and bigger and they both crashed to the ground, but neither of them seemed to be hurt.

The ghost quickly recovered, and seeing as I was the only one standing up, so I guessed he thought I would be easier to get, swooshed down and grabbed me around the middle. I felt very cold, but anytime I actually tried to get away from the ghost, I felt my other arm go right through him.

"Sam!" Danny shouted.

Danny's cry had another effect on the ghost, making one hand get away from me and cover his ears. I suddenly had an idea. "Danny, scream!"

"What?" he asked. I'd been jolted at the same time, so what I had said probably came out very strange.

"Sam, hold on!" Jazz shouted. I tried looking at her, but I think the ghost was having problems trying to decide what to do with me as he kept smacking up into the ceiling.

"Straight!" I heard Danny say.

"It is straight!" she protested.

"No, it's not!" he argued.

"Danny!" I insisted. "Scream! Do that screaming thing!"

"Do it!" Jazz insisted. "I'll do it too."

She screamed, very high pitched and loud and he did the same. I felt the ghost definitely loosen its grip around me, turning to see it clutch his hand to his ears. Finally, he just gave up and dropped me to the ground, fading off through the ceiling.

I was caught by Danny this time, landing in his arms. He didn't even fall this time. But—Jazz gasped as the lights came back on again and there was a loud noise from upstairs. Soon, we all heard the door to the lab open up.

"Danny, Jazz, Sam, are you alright?" Maddie suddenly rushed into the lab, closely followed by Jack. "Are you okay? What's going on, I heard screaming."

Danny gently sat me down and I stood, looking around wildly. I had barely let go of him when Jazz suddenly ran over to Danny and threw her arms around him. His blue eyes looked down at her oddly.

"Danny saved us," she said, kissing him on the cheek.

"Ewww…" he said, getting away from her and rubbing his cheek with his hand.

"From the ghost," she added.

"What?" Maddie and Jack said in unison.

"You fought a ghost? You saw a ghost?" Jack asked, looking disappointed. "In the house?"

"Two of them," Jazz said. "And Danny screamed and they just disappeared."

The two parents exchanged looks and then put arms around both of their children in hugs. "We're very proud of you guys…You weren't scared at all, were you?"

"Jazz was," Danny blurted. "But Sam was tough."

I felt myself blush and he laughed. "See, I make her cheeks red."

Maddie cleared her throat, but looked like she was trying not to smile. "Come on, let's go upstairs and see what damage we did."

"Yes, and we'll start working on the--" Jack began to say. Danny's mom silenced him with a look. "—we'll start working on putting my new invention away." We all walked upstairs.

That had been interesting.

……………………………….

"Well then…" Tucker said. "I didn't miss much, did I?"

"A whole bunch of crap," Danny said, lounging out on the couch. Jazz walked behind him and despite his protests, wrenched into his book bag and stole her cd back from him. "But…doesn't any of that seem familiar to you?"

I got it. "The Ghostly Wail. That's where he came up with the name," I said, shaking my head.

"I just now remembered that," he said.

"Are you guys flashbacking?" Jazz asked, glancing between us.

"Yeah. Sam has a note that she won't show us," Tucker said. "I don't know what it says and she won't tell us either."

"Well, it's her note," Jazz pointed out.

"It's from like...what…third grade?" Tucker asked. "What could possibly be that big?"

"Wait…third grade?" she asked. She turned towards me and I critically remembered something. "The…note?" she asked.

Oh no…I had forgotten that Jazz had read it those many years ago. I prayed that she wouldn't say something and shook my head, my eyes wide.

She burst into laughter, noticing and threw her head back. "Oh, that's great. You found that, huh? I figured you would have like set it on fire."

"I thought I lost it," I replied honestly.

"Wait…do you know what it says?" Tucker asked. "Come on, tell me."

"Never," Jazz said creepily, laughing. She turned to me and her gaze just barely flickered towards Danny. I hoped she wouldn't tell. She sat down. "So then Sam, what happened next?"

Danny laughed and I looked at him. "What?"

"The next thing I remember was the next day when I was having too much fun and decided to mess with you." He touched his face. "Marsha, Marsha, Marsha…"

I laughed, remembering too. Oh, I remembered that odd day like it was yesterday.

………………………………

The next day I sat in class, about to fall asleep when the door opened and my teacher stopped talking. I looked up to see a big, black tv roll inside the room and the other class's teacher walk inside.

"Hey, are you ready?" she asked excitedly.

"Bring it on in," she replied, closing the book that she'd been reading to us. "Children, since we can't go outside to play because of this morning's rain, we've decided to watch a movie."

"What movie?" one of the boys in my class asked.

"Fern Gully," she replied. She waved towards the door. "Come on, we'll go in the back so everyone can watch." I wasn't sure who she was talking to at first, but then I saw a few kids from the other class come inside our room too. I looked and finally saw Tucker and Danny, talking to each other and waved.

"Everyone take seats," my teacher asked, ushering towards the back of the room where the other teacher had taken the big tv.

I joined Danny and Tucker. "Hi!" I said.

"Hey," they said together. Danny bent down and picked a piece of paper off the ground and we sat down on the carpet that was laid out for tv watching.

The movie started, but I didn't watch the first part of it, more interested in what Danny was doing. So far, he'd taken a simple piece of paper and was turning it into a work of art. He would fold in certain places and then bend it in others.

"What is he doing?" I whispered to Tucker.

He rolled his shoulders. "I don't know."

"Aha!" Danny said (very loudly too) triumphantly. He held it out and moved his hand ever so lightly, flicking it my direction. The paper floated right too me and I saw it was a very well done, paper rocket. He'd even bent the edges so that it looked like there were flames coming out from the boosters.

I grinned. "That's cool."

"I'm going to be an astronaut," he whispered, taking it back after a minute and perfecting it as if I'd done something to damage it already.

"I want to be a vet," I said. (Oh, wow, have things changed since then.)

"I want to type on a computer," Tucker said. (And wow have things not changed.)

"He won't even let me touch his organzizer," Danny said.

"Organizer," Tucker and I said together.

"Whatever," he said loudly, making the teacher say, "Shh!" He blushed shyly and looked back at the tv screen, looking very guilty.

I laughed. "You got in trouble," I teased.

He stuck out his tongue at me in return and played with something else on the ground. I smiled and turned back to the movie, watching the rainforest scenes.

"Price check on prune juice Bob," Tucker and Danny said at the perfect timing. I giggled and the teacher said "shh!" again.

A few moments later, I heard Tucker start to laugh hysterically behind me and I turned around to see what was the matter. Danny smiled, looking like he was trying not to.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing," he said innocently. At that point, I still didn't get it.

I decided to ignore them, thinking while I was watching the movie they had probably said some joke or something. Little did I know that the joke was on me…

"What?" I repeated after Tucker's second burst of laughter. I turned to Danny, who looked as innocent as he could be.

"Nothing," he said again.

I made a face, but then the teacher walked over to the tv and turned off the movie. I froze, hoping that we hadn't been the reason she'd done that, but then she smiled. "Okay, the other classes are going outside, so if you want we can stay in here and watch the movie or go out and play."

"Outside!" or "Play!" were the answers she received, which I figured had been quite obvious. I wondered what she would say if I played in the mud…

"Alright then, come on," my own teacher said.

We all stood up happily and Tucker laughed again. I looked back at him, putting my hands on my hips. "What?"

"Nothing," they said together again.

I groaned. "Come on. Let's get to the monkey bars before they're taken."

Danny grabbed his paper rocket off the ground and followed us. Tucker and I were out the door soon, but he'd been stopped by the teacher for some unknown reason.

"I'll go save the monkey bars," Tucker said, running out the sliding glass door. I followed him outside and someone who wasn't Danny followed, closing it behind him and I waited for Danny to come out.

Finally I saw him through the window (and he wasn't holding his rocket anymore) and I waved my hands, urging him outside.

He started running down the hall towards me and I bent down to tie my shoe while I waited. In those five seconds I had my back turned, the next thing I heard was a loud thud against the window.

I looked up to see him fall backwards onto the ground and I opened the door, my eyes and mouth wide open. "Danny!"

He clutched his face for a minute and then shook his head, looking at me. "Ow…" he muttered. He then laughed. "I ran into the door."

"Are you okay?" I asked, trying not to laugh. Then I noticed a long streak of red coming from his nostril. "Your nose is bleeding."

He sniffled once and wiped his nose with his hand, smearing it all over. "Ow…" he said again.

I had no clue what to do. Luckily, at that moment, my teacher came walking out of the room and saw us, letting out a very loud gasp.

"Oh, sweetie," she said, staring down at him. "What happened?"

He laughed again. "I ran into the door." I raised an eyebrow. Who would laugh at something like that besides someone it hadn't happened to? Danny was insane I swear.

"Well, come on, let's get you cleaned up," she said, grabbing his arm and pulling him up. I stood up too. I wasn't going anywhere unless it was with him. She put her hand on his forehead, making his head tilt backwards. "Lean your head back." She dodged into the room and grabbed a tissue that had been close to the doorway and put it to his nose.

I walked with her towards the nurse's office and they gave him a towel and made him lay down on the couch. I reluctantly got to stay but that was because the nurse, Mrs. Frieda, could watch me.

He laughed again, lying there with his head all tilted weird. "I ran into the door."

"Why are you laughing, doesn't it hurt?" I wondered.

"I don't know," he replied with a grin. "I thought that it was open."

"But doesn't it hurt?" I asked.

"A little," he replied. "Jazz figures that I'll have a bunch of broken bones by the time I'm fifteen. She says I'm a klutz."

"You are," I blurted.
He laughed suddenly. "You still have it in your hair."

I blinked. "What?"

He snorted in laughter then. "You have pencil stuff in your hair."

I tentatively reached my hand up into my hair and then, for the first time, felt something beneath my fingertips. I gasped and brushed all of my hair, not caring whether it was messed up or not.

Pencil shavings. Yes, pencil shavings dropped from my hair and I hit him in the arm.

"Ow…" he said.

"I'm sorry," I quickly said, realizing that he had a bloody nose.

Instead he laughed and I felt the urge to hit him again, but restrained myself. "What did you do that for?"

"I thought you would notice by now," he said. "I found it on the carpet in Miss Hilton's room."

"You did it on purpose?" I asked.

"It's funny," he said.

"No, it's not," I said.

He got a serious look on his face. "I'm sorry."

I hit him again. "Ha, got you this time! I was kidding."

He looked confused. (A frequent look for him I'd begun to notice.) "Hey…"

"You threw pencil stuff in my hair," I pointed out.

"Yeah well you said something…mean to me," he said, pretending to pout.

We both burst into laughter and the door opened. Mrs. Frieda walked in, holding scissors. "Okay Daniel, let's get you cleaned up."

It was then that I noticed Danny's eyes get very large. "Why do you have scissors?" he asked, holding onto his nose protectively.

"Oh, don't worry about that," she said. "They're not for you."

He didn't stop looking like that and both she and I noticed. She smiled and put the scissors in a drawer. "There, feel better?"

"Can I go outside and fly?" he asked.

She blinked. "What dear?"

"On the monkey bars, you're flying," he said.

"Let's put a bandage on you first," she replied.

"No," he said instantly. I looked up at him, wondering what was wrong.

"What's the matter? You can take it off when you get home tonight?" she asked, staring at him oddly.

"I don't like to take them off," he admitted.

"Well, you have to have one sweetie," she said. "It'll only hurt for a second."

"I don't want it to hurt," he insisted. "It feels fine now."

She sighed, but looked like she was so used to it. And I guess since she was the nurse, this was probably true.

"Sam, right?" she asked.

It took me a minute to figure out she was talking to me, since I was trying not to laugh at Danny's reactions and I looked up at her after a few seconds of silence. "Yes?"

"Why don't you go wait outside for a while?"

"Hey, hey, tell Tucker I got a shot," Danny said with a grin.

I raised an eyebrow, wondering what that meant. Mrs. Frieda ushered me out of the room and I waved gloomily, much, wanting to stay with him. But she closed the door and I walked towards the playground.

…………………….

Jazz burst into laughter. "Jeez, Danny. You were so annoying."

"I was annoying?" he asked, looking at her incredulously.

"You know, you are the reason I am terrified of hospitals. Telling me that you sharp, pointy things stuck in you…" Tucker gave a shiver and I laughed. "All you."

"I still hate bandaids," Danny said, cringing. "It made the scratch or sore or whatever feel good and everything until you took the freaking thing off. And that's just…" He too shivered.

"You ran into a door," I said, laughing. "I didn't remember that until now. And then you just laughed."

"You were such an idiot," Jazz said. "But you were…funny."

"I'm glad you think so," he said, rolling his eyes.

"I still remember looking down and the next thing I know, "thud." I burst into laughter and placed my hands in my back pockets, suddenly also remembering the note I had hidden there when I felt it beneath my fingertips.

While they were chatting, I dug it out secretly and opened it up as quietly as I could. My third grade handwriting was the first thing I saw.

Dear Danny,

I like you.

"Hey!" Tucker said. "She's got the note, she's got the note!" My reading was interrupted as he suddenly grabbed it from my hands and ran with it.

Oh…no…

Hee hee, Sam was very blunt at that age, huh? You get to read all of it in the next chapter. That and see a new feeling added to one of our characters…

Please R&R! Here's your sneak peek!

Chapter Eight:

"Doesn't it feel like you're on the top of the world?" he asked me.

"I've never been to the top of the world," I said.

"Well, get up here and you will be," he told me, swinging back and forth on the bars again so that he could hold out his hand. I was surprised he hadn't fallen off…yet.

"Are we supposed to be doing this?" I asked.

"Do you care?" he challenged. "You said you hated rules."

"When?" I asked.

"Yesterday."

Oh.

Lateraina Wolf