The next day, everyone had basically accepted Fenton was as mysterious as before and moved on with their classes.
It was a windy day, and the open door slammed against the wall when a gust of wind blew particularly strongly at the classroom. The door was near the front of the classroom to the left and Danny was in the back on the right. Amidst gasps and turning heads towards the door, the class heard a small yelp of pain coming from the classroom; Danny was blocking his ears. Noticing the stares, he explained, "I have really good hearing." Which was an understatement, but true nonetheless. Lancer opened the door again and fastened it. "Gulliver's Travels! Class, before we all go, we've been donated tickets to a plane trip - exactly enough for the entire class." The students immediately grew silent. "This is because of our hard work despite the many ghosts interrupting the class on a daily basis. If you're going, you'll need parental consent." Lancer handed the notes to everyone.
The school-bell rang and it was time to go. Danny got a few suspecting looks from classmates when he headed out of the door with Sam and Tucker. Him and his great hearing happened to notice the quiet comment, 'What, you gonna scream when you go through that door too?' Danny, who was in the mood for fun, of course shot a deathly stare at the person in the crowd, laughing along with his friends.
Danny regretted the 'death stare' a little while later, as he still had one and a half periods of Physical Education left and a before school was done. The ghosts had stopped coming in school hours lately, but it was likely just a coincidence as they still came before and after, leaving him still quite late for his first classes.
"Today, we're doing activities that will test your heartbeat, strength and pacing." Announced Ms Teslaff to the class. Some students cheered, some rolled their eyes, and one looked like he would rather half-die; you can guess who, obviously. Out of the corner of their eyes, students watched the three most suspicious students communicate using facial expressions.
The class headed to the back of the playground. While they walked to the sand pit, Ms Teslaff continued. "We'll be doing long jump into this sand pit. How far you jump is how we'll measure your 'strength.' " Ms Teslaff knew that few students actually exhibited strength, which is why she made air quotes when she said that. "Line up single file and run from the ten metre mark." She ordered the students as she finished her donut. The A-listers took the jump on first, then the Golden Trio, and finally the other lesser known students. Dash was the last A-lister, Danny was first out of the three most mysterious students. Dash jumped and made six metres on a seven metre pit.
Danny missed the pit entirely.
Because he jumped over it. He sailed over a seven metre sand pit. "Crud." He muttered, feeling several pairs of eyes on his back. He had grown used to this attention and walked back to his friends. Dash got a little push from the classmates who were in front of him. "Come on, dude. You can do it." Kwan said re-assuringly to Dash. Dash almost smiled, but tough guys don't smile unless it's because they're laughing at someone. Right? Dash took a huge run-up, leapt off the grass, and went flying seven metres, landing right where the sand met the grass oval. Cheers erupted, unlike the silence when Danny did the same thing. "Psh." Dash talked behind Fentaroni's back. "Bet it was just beginners' luck." He realised his friend wasn't looking at him, but Fen-toenail, who had just landed eight metres from the runway onto the grass, almost hitting the fence. "Overkill." Muttered the quarterback, a little jealous.
Dash gathered his friends at the back of the class while everyone was walking back to the sport hall instead of the front that lesson. His plan was to eavesdrop a little on their conversations, figure out a little on why these three dorks were so freakishly freaky. He and most others couldn't get past the fact that someone who exhibited this much strength would allow themselves to be bullied into oblivion. Danny simply looked at Sam and Tucker and they walked to the front of the class without further context or any form of communication. "What was that?" Dash said to the A-listers bluntly.
In the sports hall, Ms Teslaff set up the next activity. She whistled to grab the students' attention and saw that Fenton kid block his ears. He looked like he was in pain, but accounting for that reputation of his, he was probably being smart. "As you can see, in the tub that I would advise you all to stop touching, there are some devices that measure your BPM and temperature.
The teacher marched up to Danny. "If you're not going to measure your heartbeat," she lectured in her gruff voice, "I'll just do it myself." Sam and Tucker looked to him, slightly nervous. Teslaff set up the reader, flinching a little when she felt how cold his skin was. She looked at the monitor, confused. "Twelve beats per minute?!" She looked at the kid. She measured again in different areas but got the same result. "Must be faulty..." she exclaimed as she went to get a new one. Fenton dragged a hand across his face.
The teacher came back with three, perfectly working beat detectors that the other students had finished with. Each one showed roughly the same result. "Eleven beats per minute." The teacher confirmed for the third time that day, confused and a little worried about the student in front of her. Eleven beats per minute. This was strikingly slow; no human could live at this rate. But Danny was here, breathing painstakingly slowly with his ice-cold paling skin, talking casually to his best friends.
The sport teacher left the students for her sandwich break, leaving the reader on the grass. Danny picked it up and showed his friends. "Apparently, my temperature is beyond hypothermia and my heart-beat is too slow for a living person." He announced, unidentifiable emotion striking his voice through the middle. Sam and Tucker grabbed the reader from him. "Dude." Said Tucker at the same time that Sam said, "Danny." They chucked the cheap but un-faulty monitor behind them.
A daring student crept behind the three freaks and slowly stole the monitor. They gasped before cupping their mouth and went to show their friends, unbeknownst to the Golden Trio. "Fifty-two degrees?!" and "Twelve beats per minute..." could be heard by Danny, who had 'really good hearing' and immediately turned behind him.
Fen-turd muttered something to his friends and watched essentially his entire class murmur about him. Then, they looked up and saw him take a small step forward. People ran, chucked the monitor away and even screamed unreasonably. Danny looked a bit hurt at first, but then he looked to his friends and did something unexpected.
He laughed.