Thanks for the reviews. I don't think I received that many reviews on one chapter in my old name ever. But, that's why I've shredded that identity in the first place, my writing was SO much worse than it is now. I'm embarrassed to call them mine. U
On a side note. My chapter brake stars didn't show up. I did it just how I used to… Is that a new update (and wow are there a lot of those… . ) or am I doing something wrong that I've forgotten/ don't know. Let me try something this chapter and see if it works… .
THANKS AGAIN FOR THE REVIEWS. And I'm so glad no one was confused, and that everyone told me. Actual total comments make me happy. Heehee.
Disclaimer: None… Still don't own anything.
Now, on with the show.
Note: If it's not obvious, thoughts are in italics.
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On Monday, Danny arrived at school, his energy still feeling drained. As he opened his locker, Sam and Tucker came up behind him.
"Hey guys." Danny said halfheartedly. Mondays were horrible anyways, without having to deal with paranoid parents.
"Dude, what's wrong with you?" Tucker asked, worried for his friend.
"Let's guess." Danny raised his wrist before sprouting off into a short explanation.
"You know they only overreact because they care Danny." Sam tried to counsel him, but he shrugged her off as the bell rang.
Half an hour later found Danny gazing out the window of his English class as Mr. Lancer discussed the story of Oedipus, his mind thinking of ways to escape this class, or the Fenton Anti-Ghost Wristbands, whichever came first.
Suddenly, a hand fell on top of his open copy of Oedipus, causing Danny's eyes to shoot upwards to look in the face of his teacher.
"Am I boring you Mr. Fenton?"
"No sir." Danny shook his head.
"Then pay attention, or its detention."
Two minutes later, Danny's eyes wondered back out the window.
At lunch the trio sat at their usual table, all sitting uncomfortably quiet, as Danny's energy seemed to continue to be zapped away. He soon feel asleep, his head hitting painfully on the table, before snapping his up, eyes wide.
"Something's not right with those Fenton Anti-Ghost Wristbands, Danny." Sam's voice of reason told him as he sat rubbing the red stop on his forehead.
Danny nodded, "Of course there isn't. THEY'RE ON ME!" Danny suddenly wished he hadn't screamed that little outburst, as headed quickly turned in their direction. More than anything, the teen wished he could go invisible at that moment.
That's how the next few days continued, with Danny slowly growing weaker, while his friends grew increasingly more worried.
On Wednesday, Danny stood at his locker, when it suddenly was slammed in his face. Danny took a step backwards to avoid having his nose detached from his face, when he looked into the steel blue eyes of Dash Baxter. Danny's face fell, any hope of having a good day being thrown out the window.
"What's with the jewelry, Fen-ton-y?" Dash asked in his usual mocking tone.
Danny sighed, "Do you have to go through this everyday Dash?" he muttered.
"What was that Fenton? You don't like our daily talks?"
Danny closed his eyes, wanting to get away from here. He turned, too tired to deal with anything other than falling asleep on his science book. But Dash had other plans. He grabbed Danny by the back of the shirt. "Where do you think you're going?"
"Science, Dash." Danny's voice sounded as if it was obvious.
Dash's face squished up in anger. "I don't like you're tone Fenton." He pulled his hand into a fist, raising it up and even with Danny's face.
As the fist came flying at Danny, his last thought was, As if my tone is the only thing he hates about me, before he found himself on his button, against the lockers.
Dash was about to score another hit, when Danny's salvation arrived in the form of an out of shape, middle aged, teacher. Pushing Dash on his way, Mr. Lancer looked at his pupil as he tried to pull himself off the floor, only to crash back on the ground from lack of energy.
Mr. Lancer pulled Danny off the ground with a sigh of, "Follow me Mr. Fenton." before he turned down the hallway, pulling out his cell phone. Danny didn't listen as he heard the worried voice of his mother on the line.
"See you in a few minutes." Mr. Lancer ended the phone call as he walked into his office.
True enough, a few minutes later Mr. and Mrs. Fenton stormed into Mr. Lancer's office without even bothering to knock.
"What happ-?" Jack began, both his and his wife's eyes traveling back and fourth between their son and his teacher. But, before he could finish the question, Mr. Lancer cut him off by holding up his hand and pointing to two seats, one on either side of Danny.
"Yes, I found young Daniel picking a fight with Dash Baxter this morning and, considering the recent events, I believed it would be best if I called you." Mr. Lancer began.
"I DIDN'T START A FIGHT! HE… started… it…" Danny jumped up from his seat, trying to proclaim his innocence. But, looking at the three adults, their faces etched with worry, is that even fear? Danny slowly sat down, covering his face with his hands in hopelessness.
Maddie and Jack shared a worried look over their son's head. The red headed woman bit her lip. "And what, may I ask, would you like us to do?"
Mr. Lancer tapped his fingers thoughtfully. "I'm not quite sure Mrs. Fenton." He paused. "I think you should take him home, talk this out."
Maddie and Jack nodded simultaneously. "Then, we'll talk to you soon Mr. Lancer." They shook the teacher's hand, grabbed their son, and walked him out to the car.
Once in the car, silence took over. With Jack concentrating on the road and Maddie lost in her thoughts. Slowly she nodded, looking over her shoulder at her son. "Danny, we need to discuss-" She began, but Danny was sleeping.
That's odd… It's only 2:30… Why is he tired? She thought as Jack pulled into the driveway. She opened the back car door, pausing before she put her hand on his shoulder. She shook her head, This is ridiculous, he's still our son. But she couldn't shake that strange fear from the back of her mind.
Every time she looked at him, and she knew the same thoughts were going through her husband's mind, all she saw were those evil red eyes; remembered being chained to the large vat of sauce, minutes before it blew up. Evil. Their son, Evil? What would cause him to go evil in the first place?
She pulled him into her arms, carrying him into the house and carefully set him on the couch.
At that moment, Jazz appeared at the top of the stairs, looking at her brother, worried. "What happened?" She asked, suspicious.
Maddie looked at her daughter. How could she act as if nothing happened, as if Danny were still the same kid she grew up with? Maddie again mentally slapped herself. Because he is, Damn it Maddie Fenton. He's your son!
"Mom?" Jazz looked up from her brother to her mother.
Maddie pushed away her daughter's worried face with a forced smile. "Jazz, look after your brother. I… Need to think."
Jazz nodded. Everyone needed to think at these times. Then her eyes fixed on the Fenton Anti-Ghost Wristbands and she shook her head. Why couldn't her parents trust him?
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End comments: Well, it's a LITTLE longer than before.
Oedipus used because we just finished reading it in class and I couldn't think of anything else… Heehee.
Sorry if it's a little boring. There will be more action later. Hopefully. This probably won't be that long, maybe only three or four more chapters. shrug
But, how is it moving? Too fast? Too slow? Is it confusing now? Just leave any comments needed and I'll try and fix it. Thanks for reading.
And yeah… If it seems like everyone's brain is a jumble…It's supposed to be that way, they're just blown away with confusion I guess. It that alright?
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