Wow, thanks for all the reviews. Here goes another chapter.
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Danny fainted when Vlad injected him with the needle. Soon afterwards he woke up, but felt disoriented and slightly delusional. He couldn't move, and Danny hoped he wasn't paralyzed for good.
He wondered what his mom was doing if she was indeed alive. Although he hoped and prayed she was, he didn't want to get his hopes up only to get them crushed.
Oh. My. God, he thought, if his mother was alive, would she find out his secret? What would his father do then? Would he be sent to a foster home or would he be forced to live with Vlad forever – no hope of escape?
He hoped he was right and his mom was alive, he hoped everyone (except possibly his Dad and Vlad), but he wanted himself, Jazz, and his mother to be okay. Alive. Un-hurt.
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Tucker glanced at Sam as she gave Maddie the journal. Reading the first page, her jaw dropped. She then turned to the second page:
Dad hit me again today. He said that because he's in charge now, he'd make the rules. I said, "Great, so what are you, a ghost?" He was so mad. Next time, I'll keep my mouth shut. I hate the man.
Man, I hope he doesn't find this journal. If he does I'll be seriously screwed. Not much to report at school today, though. Funeral cut it out early, so I didn't have to see Dash. I think he's cooling down a little bit (hopefully for the next couple of days). He didn't look at me twice today, thank god.
Oh, man, here comes dad again.
The next day was a longer entry. It was long, so Maddie just skimmed the necessary parts.
Perfect grades! Perfect grades! Always, always perfect grades! Jiminy Christmas, I can't pull strait A's in two weeks! My dad found my journal, too, my fake one. This one's moving from place to place.
I didn't know why people kept journals before this. I thought, why keep something if you're not going to show it off or use it?
OK! I'm wrong. And off topic. Anyway, Dad wants strait A's, no exceptions. I know this because I bought home a B+ on my test today. Little () got drunk and then he came home upset. He hit me several times on my jaw; to make matters worse Plasmius – I think I spelled that right… (Vlad Masters, dad's old friend – note sarcasm here) came and found me during school. I missed half of English class going to the bathroom. (I'll have to tease Lancer about that later.)
At least some of the ghosts are leaving me alone now. It's kind of nice to see that. I guess because I got a rough break
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It broke off at that. Maddie shrugged, not sure what to think, but closed the journal and turned towards Jack.
"How could you? I trusted you with guardianship of our son, Jack! Of our son and our daughter. Yes, before you go off on that, both Jazz and I knew Danny was the ghost kid. Why do you think I suddenly stopped trying to hunt him, lack of piano talents?" she snapped (to stop from saying, lack of interest – which was true.)
"Sam, Tucker, do either of you have your driver's license?"
"I do, but I don't have my assault vehicle license," Sam quipped. Tucker nudged her and she shut up.
"OK. You know how to get to Vlad's house. I'll take care of Jack and meet you there," she said.
"What are you going to drive?" Sam asked in shock.
"The Maddie assault vehicle."
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R&R!
