Chapter 3- There is no possible way!
As I reached for the tape recorder, which was still recording, I heard a scream of annoyance from the window. I rushed over to see what was happening. The ghost boy was still fighting the Skulker ghost, but it looked like the end for Skulker.
"How many times does it take to tell you that I will never be a piece of wall art!" Phantom yelled. "Tucker, Thermos!" He gestured. I looked to find Tucker and Sam out there with him. I would've thought they would put their best friend over some ghost boy that they had just met a week ago. But there they were Tucker threw the ghost boy that strange Thermos It sucked that ghost right up.
"Thanks" The ghost boy said to them. "Sam, question please."
"Name four nations that border Brazil." She asked.
"Um… Bolivia, Venezuela, Peru and Ecuador…" He crossed his fingers hopefully.
"Almost." She sighed. Everything except Ecuador. You wrote Paraguay." The ghost boy frowned.
"Are you alright?" Samantha asked, studying a cut on his face that looked pretty nasty.
"Yah. It's what you get for trying to use intangibility on a ghost proof Chinese throwing star." I watched them walk into the school relaxed and enjoying each other's company. It made me smile a bit. Then, there was a flash of white, and I swear I saw the boy wearing Jeans and a tee-shirt, but before I could clarify, they had turned the corner, out of my sight. I got my recorder, and turned it off, then I went back to the classroom, trying to wipe the memory of the jeans and tee-shirt. They looked so familiar.
As I came through the door of the classroom, everyone was whispering. Most of them were studying for a quiz on South America next period. Danny was still nowhere to be found. My mind started spinning with all the things that had happened during that period. And before I knew it, Tucker and Sam spun around the corner and into the room, closely followed by…
"Mr. Fenton," I addressed him. The class looked up. But right then, the bell rang before I could say another word. I could see Danny's face lighten up. I sat down, laughing in my head. Some things never change I thought. But as he turned around I stared to see a cut in the same exact spot that the ghost boy had it.
My brain started pounding as all the evidence came crashing down. There were only three explanations for this. 1) I had gone insane, 2) Everything was a huge coincidence, or 3) Danny Fenton, was in fact also Danny Phantom.
As my fifth period class came in, my desk was bombarded with a line of students with questions, looking for the easiest answer possible, and I was forced to push the newfound concept aside.
After work, I called Burney up almost before I walked through the door to my apartment.
"Burney? Hey! Listen. I need to talk to you… Yes, Now!"
"Okay, okay, I'll be right down."
I hung up and started pacing.
Five long minutes of denial later, I heard a knock at the door. I ran over to open it.
"Oh, good," I said as Burney walked through the door.
"It's a good thing I had the day off today. Why did you sound so urgent on the phone?"
"Because the ghost boy might be more associated with me than I thought."
"Pardon?" He sat up straighter, obviously listening. I thought how I could clarify.
"Ah ha!" I took out the tape recorder. "This is a recording I made. I sat down with a student who has repetitive absences, and his friends for a chat. I'll describe what was going on in the room sometimes while we're listening to it. I think you'll find it very interesting.
I turned on the tape.
Mr. Lancer:Samantha…
Sam: Sam.
Mr. Lancer: Right. You know I saw you with the ghost boy, and I explained it to a friend of mine…
Sam: You have friends
Burney put his hand to his mouth to stop himself from laughing. I lowered my eyebrows.
Mr. Lancer: Yes, I do have friends. At any rate, I explained it to a friend of mine who is a children's counselor for a school a couple miles away. He wanted me to ask the school counselor to talk to you. Since we don't have a school counselor, I decided to be one myself for this. If you could start by explaining why you were with the ghost boy in the first place?
Sam: Um… well, I, He saved me once, ya know, in the newspaper, so, we kinda got to know each other. He told me about how he fought ghosts, and was good, not evil, and how he's been misunderstood.
Burney raised an eyebrow like I did previously.
Mr. Lancer: What about Mr. Foley, why was he there?
Sam: Tuck? Um… I told him all about it, and he and I agreed to help.
Mr. Lancer: I see. One more question. Why wasn't Daniel with you when you were with the ghost boy?
Sam: You mean Danny? Pause Oh… Pause followed by exasperated sigh in the background He didn't really like excitement that much, so he left.
Mr. Lancer: I see. Alright ms. Manson-
Sam: It's Sam.
Mr. Lancer: Sam… antha,
Burney chuckled.
you are free to go. Please go get Mr. Foley.
Tucker (Dully): Hi, Mr. Lancer.
Mr. Lancer: Ms. Manson explained what this was about, correct?
Tucker: Yes.
Mr. Lancer: Well, what do you have to say?
Tucker: Nothing.
Mr. Lancer: Would it be better if I broke it down into questions for you? Pause. Fine, why were you with the ghost boy?
Tucker: Well, first of all, his name is not 'the ghost boy,' its Danny Phantom, second, though he's not exactly human, he's still a cool dude, and third, I was with him because I consider him a friend.
Burney sat back seemingly taken a back that the ghost boy had friends and he wasn't one of them. I rolled my eyes.
Mr. Lancer: Okay then… Do you know if the ghost he was fighting has a name?
Tucker (shyly): Yes.
Mr. Lancer: What is it? Pause
Tucker (almost too soft to hear): Skulker.
Burney gave a small gasp.
Mr. Lancer: All right… Why wasn't Mr. Fenton there?
Tucker: Who? Oh you mean Danny?
Mr. Lancer (through clenched teeth.): Yes
Burney chuckled again.
Tucker: Right, uh… I guess he just really didn't want to get involved. He never was the 'go getter' type.
Mr. Lancer: All right then. Thank you, please go get Mr. Fenton.
Tucker (cheerfully): K, Thanks. Distant footsteps of running.
I paused the recording.
"Whadaya think so far?" I asked. He sat there wide eyed, then he shook his head out of his trance.
"They're making it up." He concluded. I looked at him blankly. He usually get so 'down to the point' like that. I shrugged it off and continued to play the recording.
Mr. Lancer: Mr. Fenton. I trust your friends told you what was going on.
Danny: Yes
Mr. Lancer: So do you have anything to say?
Danny: I guess….
Mr. Lancer: Well?
Danny: Sam told me what happened, and I just shrugged it off. Having to deal with ghost hunting parents, you see ghosts just about every day. I wasn't really interested in too much friendship with someone that reminds me so much of home.
That's pretty convincing. I thought. Looking for any way to put my 'ghost boy' notion aside.
Mr. Lancer: Do you think this Phantom character good or evil?
Danny: Gasp
I paused the tape recorder, remembering what happened here. I decided to explain.
"That gasp you heard. That was no ordinary…" I cut myself off. There were cameras in guidance offices, and on the grounds. Well that's incredibly convenient. I thought. I told Burney where I was going and told him to make himself at home until I return. He agreed. I grabbed my coat and keys and headed out the door.
It took a good hour to find the tapes and sign them out, but when I got home, I was relieved to see that they were worth every second. I popped the first tape in the VCR. We fast-forwarded through the conversation, and I made sure to point out what Samantha, Tucker, and Danny looked like, and finally found ourselves at:
"Do you think this Phantom character good or evil?"
Burney gasped as he saw Danny's breath showed so cleanly. He seemed to be awestruck by the ghost coming through the ceiling, and how calm and alert Danny seemed; but what gave him the most surprise was Danny's dodge made out of a back-handspring and his escape out the window.
Me; I watched for the second time, so I was more picky about the details. I heard him call Danny 'whelp' just like he called the ghost boy. I realized him saying 'once again hunt you down.' I watched as he had his nervous breakdown where he just sat and looked back and forth between him and the ghost. I heard myself say 'watch out' once more. I saw the determination on Danny's face as he did a back handspring, and last but not least, a white flash from the window; an identical twin of the flash that came from the alley the other day. I paused it. We exchanged looks, but didn't say a word to each other. I just popped the second tape in. I was anxious to see if the jeans and tee-shirt I saw before belonged to who I thought they belonged to, but I forced myself to find different little details as well.
I saw the portion that I didn't see. It was most interesting. I saw Danny jump into the bushes and a white flash, but by the time the white flash drown out from the camera lens, It looked like the ghost Boy had just flown in to the battle. This fazed me a bit. I saw the throwing star hit him in the cheek. It seemed to be a very brutal battle on my standards, but apparently not on the ghost boy's terms. Though I didn't get it, I knew about the wall art thing, so it didn't really grab my attention much. I saw Tucker hand him that thermos thing, and suck up the Skulker ghost, which I saw to begin with. But then I noticed the quizzing and studied it more closely. Brazil was in South America. The class was having a test fifth period on Brazil. I know because I remember the class studying for it when I got into my room. I felt my suspicions get tighter, and harder to avoid. I didn't want to believe in it, but there was only room for one more puzzle piece before my ignorance turned into stupidity. And it was right in front of me. As the identical flash of white showed once again, I could finally see its source. A bright white ring formed around the ghost boy's waste. It split in two, and moved up and down his body revealing baggy jeans and a tee-shirt. But it also made his hair change from white to black. A double take of the ghost boy revealed Ice blue eyes instead of the normal electric green ones. My eyes widened as my small notion turned into reality.
"Danny Fenton." I said to myself.
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