A/N: Okay, this is a chapter, but it's also not a chapter . . . if that makes any sense. I guess it's a sort of foreward to the next actual chapter . . . sorry it's so short, but I just couldn't pass up this idea.
Danny's POV:
"Honestly, how many times have you been sent to the principal's office now, Danny?" Sam asked, sighing (after kicking a particular shin a particular number of times because a particular person almost blurted a particular secret . . . oww . . .)
"A grand total of---" Tucker began, already whipping out the trust PDA-of-doom. Great . . . Box-Ghost-lingo has returned . . .
"-- 24 times." I interrupted. At least the stupid truth potion's helped me for once. "Not counting when I was almost sent and or when I fell in while fighting a ghost."
"Counting those?" Sam blinked. It wasn't every day I beat Tucker to the punch. My attention span is too short . . . I think.
Tucker opened his mouth again, but I interrupted . . . again.
"67."
"That many? Wow . . you've got one heck of a record, Danny!" Sam laughed, slapping my shoulder. Oww . . . what is it with everybody and abusing me today? Maybe it's some kinda conspiracy . . . yeah, that's it, conspiracy! And Sam's the leader! Tucker's the secretary, and Dash is her minion! It's a conspiracy, I tell you! CONSPIRACY! Val's leading their weapons department, and Paulina's . . . what's Paulina do? Oh yeah, she's the costume designer! It's a full-fledged conspiracy! A plot to knock me down a couple pegs I don't have! My poor pegs! CONSPIRACY! CONSPIRACY!!!
"CONSPIRACY!" I yelled at her, taking off down the corridor.
" . . . . . . wha?"