Chapter 10: When Wishes are only Wishes

Sometimes life is normal. Sometimes life treats you like it wants you dead. Of course, considering that I was dead meant that death was treating me like hell. To summerize, I was dead with ghosthunting parents, and ghost powers that didn't work when I wanted them to. I also had a sister and two friends who were remarkably clueless. At school, I was a geek, an outcast, but with friends, fellow outcasts, the same friends I began to push away in an effort to keep them safe. As a ghost, I should become evil, on the off chance I wasn't already. I could well believe that my death was difficult. I lied to my sister with skill, a terrifying fact that only made me more wary of myself. If I lied, then I was proving my parents right. Of course they were probobly right anyway. I was not the ectoscientist here. I could wish that I wasn't dead, but that was useless. It was lying to myself. Of course, it was at this point that a thought occured to me. If I was dead, but still in possession of Danny's body, was it possible to bring him back to life?

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As classes went on and on throughout the day, I ran mental test after mental test. Analyzing the chances of being Danny again. The truth remained. Danny's body still existed. I possessed it. His body was not rotting; I could tell that much. I had not lost his body to the zone. Maybe it could work. Plans zoomed through my head. Sam and Tucker looked at me curiously because I ignored them. Maybe I should pay more attention to them? I followed through with that idea as soon as I could. I responded to their comments, but they still looked at me oddly. I ignored that as best as I could. I steadily assessed myself, checking my pulse, and noting that I bearly had one. None the less, I still had one. I was thinking, thus I had brain activity. It couldn't be that hard to change back into Danny, could it? I plotted and assessed my plan. People used defilberators to start their hearts again, so why couldn't I? Thoughts rushed like fluid inside my head, and emotions. But all the emotions in the world couldn't unfocus me from my current mission, that of bringing Danny back. I obsessed, calculated how much voltage was nessessary. I found myself smiling at the ease with which I could return to normal. Samantha seemed pleased that I was acting simi-normal. Tucker did as well.

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When I returned from school, I brought sheets and sheets of calculations. After several reviews of the math, I found errors, and corrected them. Sweet relief filled my being as I realized I only needed to set up a machine based on my math. I sat down, skipping lunch in favor of drawing. Once again, I filled sheets of paper with drawings, maps of the inside of a machine that would make me Danny. Error after error occured: strings of numbers having to be recalculated as the design changed. The algebra had been the easy part. I borrowed a book from the library on conductive metals. Sifting through the book, I found that only a few metals would stand up to the stress I was putting them under. Unfortunately, they were incredibly expensive. I finally settled on one relatively inexpensive metal. Titanium, atomic number 22, symbol Ti. Well, not just titanium. It would mix with copper, otherwise it might not conduct electricity. The copper would conduct, the titanium would strengthen, and it would also increase resistance. As a result, the wires would get very hot, and highly charged, thus increasing power. I even came up with a shape. An oblong oval, narrow, and filled with wires that connected to me. I fell asleep at the desk, sometime after four, homework incomplete.

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At school the next morning, I was immune, my mind occupied with how I was to gain the proper equipment to finish my invention. Bullying failed to bother me, and Paulina failed to attract my attention. I ignored voices, and at the end of the day found my self in the principal's office, wishing I could get home, and not hearing the voices outside of my head. I walked home by myself at a run, plans complete. I was stealing my equipment. I preferred to think of it as using it for the greater good, me, but still thought of it as stealing, even as I ignored my consious, and began to plan my route.

I own nothing. I also need to update more. A lot more. Turns out I am taking a lot of summer classes, and am going to try to graduate early. Here's hoping...Please review. Also, there is a strong possibility that my first crossover will be started soon.

-Miaulin