"Sam, it's not safe. Jazz will notice you are there too. We would never get away with it."
"Yes you would, keep me in your room. They would never know."
"Oh, so you are gonna stay locked up in the room all the time?"
"No, when you go to school, you can take me with you. When you leave the house, you can take me with you. When we are the only ones in the house, I can leave your room. It would work out perfectly."
"No Sam, it wouldn't," I told her, and stared into her eyes, and something was telling me, Let her go! What could go wrong? But then on the other hand… everything could go wrong. What should I listen to?
"Ok, fine, we will try it," I told her, and she jumped up and gave me a hug. I returned her hug by wrapping my arms around her, but something about this still didn't seem right. I shouldn't take her to a place so dangerous! What was I thinking? Well… I said it now though, which meant I had to let it be that way.
"Thank you so much!" Sam said, as though it was a good thing for her to be coming and I tried to smile, but I still wasn't sure about bringing her there. Why did I say yes! I am such an idiot!
"Yeah, but you have to promise me one thing?"
"What's
that?"
"If anything goes wrong, you will come home,
OK?"
"Ok," she agreed, and she understood fully. She was
figuring nothing could go wrong, but she had never actually MET Vlad
before, which was probably one of the reasons why she didn't really
care. Well, actually she liked it, and if I were her, I would never
go there. Ok, yeah, I would if she was getting stuck there. SO, I
guess we were even, since I would have done the same for her.
"We still have a week though at least, right?"
"Yeah, that is a good thing!" Sam said happily…
Day 1:
Our first day of the last week of staying at home, and I was already nervous, and worried about it. I couldn't sleep at all the night before, and I was extremely tired when I woke up after only three hours of sleep. I tried to fall back asleep since my eyes were so heavy, but it was still impossible, no matter how tired I was. I had totally forgotten about my parents, but when I stood up to look out the window, since there was nothing better to do, I saw my house again. The huge added on part at the top reminded me of them all the way.
I didn't remember how in the world that was built, since I was only two when we moved to this town, but I still thought about my parents when seeing it, since it was something to do with ghosts. I never understood exactly what it was, but it was there, and that was enough for me to like it at the moment. Everyday when I came home from school, I was embarrassed to let people know that was where I lived, but now that I thought about it, my parents liked it, so why shouldn't I? Everything about the way the house looked reminded me of all the times I had with them. And the fact that if it weren't for them, I would have no ghost powers. They were the cause of all of that. If it weren't for them, I would be a normal kid, with a normal life.
Now that I thought about it, I liked the fact that they were so much into ghosts. It had done so much good things for me, that there was no point in treating it as a bad memory. Of course after I had the powers, I had to be worried sick of them accidentally killing me, but that was their job, and I should have told them about my powers. Why didn't I tell them? Why should I have been so scared of them? I was so stupid! They were my parents; they would have never hurt me! Of course, they might want me to help them or something, but that would have been fun, now that I thought of it!
They had every right to know, and now I felt guilty for holding that away from them. It would have meant so much to them probably! And then my mom, all those times she tried to help me, she tried to find out what was going on with me, and she just wanted to help. I ignored her, I yelled at her for it, but why? Why should I have gotten so mad at her for that!
I heard the sound of glass breaking, and I turned around to see that the light bulb had broken in the room, and my hands were clenched. That was weird. I had gotten so mad at myself, that I had actually done something. Maybe it wasn't me though? My ghost sense went off, and I turned into Danny Phantom, and looked around the room, but I saw nothing. What was that? It wasn't me that had done that, because I couldn't. There was something there. But what? I looked around the room once more, but saw nothing, but Sam who had just came through the door.
"What was that?" she asked me, and she didn't look as though she had just woken up, it looked as though she was just worried, and confused.
"I don't know. I didn't wake you up, did I?" I asked her, just to make sure.
"No, I have been
awake. You're sure you don't know what that is?"
"Yeah, I
am positive."
"Ok then… you
don't think it was a ghost, do you?"
"I don't know. But
if it was, it would have wanted to hurt me instead of the lightbulb
on the ceiling," I sighed, and changed back to myself.
"Yeah, you would think so, but who knows," she shrugged. I looked down and realize I was only in my boxers, and Sam finally noticed too and we both blushed. But then she took another look at me to see the muscle that she had never seen before. The muscle on my arms was bigger than you would have thought, and I did have a six-pack, believe it or not, and Sam couldn't take her eyes off of me. I moved a little, and that shook her out of it, and she left the room. I felt a little embarrassed, but in a way, it didn't bother me. I slipped on my pants, and my shirt, and I was ready for a new day, although it was off to an odd start…
Ok, that is all for now… don't have much time left! Heehee…
