ENJOY ~


After what Danny pulled out of Danielle's ankle that morning, he was fully convinced that the two guys he met weren't FBI agents at all. Mainly because of two reasons that seriously rattled Danny. One. Who in their right mind shoots a kid with a shotgun under any circumstance? CRAZY PEOPLE, that's who! And two. What they shot Danielle with was nothing more than a bullet . . . made out of rock salt.

FLIPPING SALT!

If Danny's parents were ever to find out that the secret to capturing or hurting a ghost was just salt, man, would they blow big fuse. They could've saved a lot of money too without having to invent a ton of useless gadets.

Judging by the way Danielle tried her best not scream or squirm, as Danny was pulling out the last bit of bullet, she must've been in pain. A LOT of pain. He couldn't blame her either. Seriously! A whole entire day with a bullet in your ankle? Having ghost powers you have an automatic healing factor. Normal people would've just passed out from the pain alone. Still. Danny couldn't help but be impressed at his friend for holding out so long.

"All done Danielle. You're going to be all right." Danny said.

After all the pieces of the bullet were out of her ankle, Danielle's healing factor finally kicked in. Slowly, but surely, the quarter sized hole was closing. Danny wrapped gauze around it. Can't be too safe. When he finished securing the gauze, he heard a soft snore.

Danny couldn't help the escaped friendly scoff. "I repeat. Completely hopeless." He sighs. "Guess I have to sleep on the floor."


Danielle disappeared again.

After about three hours of tossing & turning on the floor, Danny groans as he hears his alarm go off. Time for another exhausting day of who knows what. When he sat up & found nothing but a small piece of notebook paper on his bed, Danny felt a slight twinge in his chest. He heaves a heavy sigh as he rose the piece of paper up to his nose. Scribbled in black pen was frilly handwriting. (Ironically similar to his). It read:

'Thanks for all your help Danny. I really appreciate it. Don't worry. I'll be nearby staying low.

DP

P.S. I kind of ate everything in your kitchen's fridge. So. Yeah.'

That little brat How could Danny NOT worry?

After he put on a fresh pair of jeans, wore his favorite white tee with a the trademark oval on the front, & slipped on his red worn sneakers, he started his daily routine. Slightly crossing off breakfast of course. Danielle literally ate the entire content of what was in the kitchen's fridge. Regardless if it was raw, expired, or any of the nastiness above. She ate it. How she'd manage to take all of the trash out? Was beyond Danny. THAT was some serious supernatural crud right there. The only thing she left was a glass of milk & a smore flavored pop-tart. Since Danny got up before everyone, he got dibs.

As he went to school with his older sister Jazz by his side, & his two best friends Sam & Tucker, the morning went pretty quiet. A little TOO quiet. Like, talk about ghost town quiet, quiet. Which sort of rattled Danny. Not a single threat from the annoyance of his daily ghost friends. Tucker simply told Danny to relax, maybe his ghost companions were cutting him a break for once. With her super goth attitude, Sam also told Danny to enjoy the silence.

It was late into lunch time. Still quiet. NO signs of ghosts. Danny was beginning to think something was wrong with him, but it couldn't be because he didn't have his phantom powers, because he DID. As if to be sure, he made a fist & discreetly willed it to burn a green flame. Okay? Something was definitely wrong, but it wasn't him. Maybe it was the ghosts.

The class before the last period of the day. Gym. Out on a running track field. Aside from the substitute, & the different change of pace, something was nagging in the back of Danny's head. At first Danny wasn't so sure what it was, but it was the teacher. As the guy gradually spoke, Danny found that the guy's voice sounded oddly familiar. Especially when the guy ended his lecture with, "Just because I'm a sub doesn't mean I'll allow you to slack off! If you little twerps even think about it, I'll just have to call your parents & we'll take care of it . . . from there . . . "

Danny froze dead. Having a couple of his classmates bump into him. Then. Danny yells at the top of his lungs as he stupidly points at the teacher. "AH! YOU'RE THAT FBI GUY FROM LAST NIGHT!"

Come to think of it, he also had the same built as "agent Smith" the short guy with a sandy crewcut.

Ignoring the obvious snickers coming from the stereotypical clique of mean popular kids, & the risk of full blown embarassment, Danny was totally having an epic stare down with the substitute.

The guy only knitted a perfectly thick eyebrow. "I think you have me confused with someone else kid." He commented.

Danny had the nerve at responding back, "No I don't. Dude! You told me there was a potentially dangerous runaway-"

After a couple of short intake of breaths coming from the class, who then started to mumble, the gym teacher quickly adds, "OKAY! I think you might be coming down with something. Why don't I take you down to the nurse's office?" Then he points at one of Danny's friends. Sam. "YOU. Goth chick. You're in charge. Anyone slacking off you report to me. Got it?"

Sam never looked so full of herself. Or was it a slight pinch of worry? Danny assured her it was all right by beckoning at her to continue as if nothing was wrong. She nods as she stares reluctantly at the substitute. Then Sam began shouting at her classmates to do a couple of warm ups before running three laps on the track, with them only groaning in response.

The guy drove both of his palms on Danny's back & shoved him into the school building one too many times. Danny never taken so kindly as to being pushed around against his will. Bullies in school did that way too much. Bullies . . . & evil ghosts.

"HEY! Knock it off already!" Danny exclaims as he nearly trips over his own feet.

"You got some nerve kid!" The guy barks.

"Why?" Danny crossed his arms. "Because I nearly blew your cover 'Agent Smith'?"

Smith then pinches the space between his eyes. Then, "All right, all right you got me! Look, kid, my partner & I got a lead. We saw the runaway lurking around this school. We think she goes here."

Danny knits an eyebrow. "Uh-huh. You specifically told me that she was 12 or 13."

Smith scoffs. "Yeah. So?"

"This is a HIGH SCHOOL, dude. Why would a pre-teen be hanging around here?"

"Nothing gets past you. Does it?"

"Nope."

"Not even this?"

"What?"

WHAM!


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