The mirror imagine that refelcted in his eyes weren't what one would expect from two innocent blue eyes. At a glance one would see the blue and think nothing of it, unless you stare for a few more seconds, then and only then will you see what is truly there. Or not there. He seemed normal enough, just a normal scrawny teen that attended Casper High, he seemed like nothing special or unique. He was just sort of there. Ocassional beatings from the highschool footbal "hero" andhe had a few friends, he seemed like he would fade into obsceurity.
But that wasnt the real truth behind the kid known as Danny Fenton. There were only three people who knew what it was he was hiding. And they all planned to take that to their graves unless he said otherwise.That was what they all shared, a goth, a techno-geek, and a book worm, they all were there for thatstrange kid. He was different, and not in the traditional sense.
Anyone who ever spent a few minutes talking to him would see the unatural look in his eyes, almost as if there was something hidden behind them. Blue, almost any blue could describe them, but others swore they'd seen green, although no one in his family had green eyes. The strange thing was that there wasnt green mixed in with the blue, it was like it would flicker across his eyes. Especially in his rage. But the sad thing was no one would talk to him, unless they wanted to insult him. Maybe three or four other people, besides his sister, would engage in conversation with a kid like him.
Danny had always seemed nervous and very observant, almost as if he was expecting things to jump out at him. Whenever he opened boxes he kept his face away from the opening and almost always jumped sideways when he opend his locker. No one could figure out why he was always late for class or where he'd disapear to all the time. Sometimes they sweared he would disapear momentarily under an extremely embarassing sitution. Strange as it was people just tened to shake it off, not giving it much thought at all.
It was a cold Novemeber when they never saw him again. He'd died, apparently, but no one understood why. He just did, although when someone brought up the idea of sucide it was immediately and brutally shoot down by the over protective goth who'd loved him.
"Danny would never do that! Besides that's not how he died anyway!" She yelled, before being pulled away by his sister Jazz. She comforted the goth as she cried and moaned. Luckily Jazz pulled the goth away before she spilled Danny's hidden secret. She was adorned in more blackand seemed more bitter now, if that was even possible. sam had nearly beaten the life out of Paulina when the popular girl made a horrible statement about Danny. She would have killed her too if it hadnt been for the conscious that Sam had.
Later that day a memorial service was held for the unknown teen, many could care less and all sat bordely, not giving two damns about him. Although the ungrateful people owed him more than they knew. The auditorium was unusualy cold despite the heat being cranked up. A few words were said and a moment of silence followed, only to be disrupted by a ghostly sigh.
"Am I your anything?" It drifted through everyone's ears and left a small pang in their hearts. It was him, but he was gone. Only a desperatley lonely spirit was left.