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Chapter 2
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The bight sunlight filled the room, hitting one Samantha Manson's face. She moaned in annoyance, "Ugh…stupid sunlight…"
Sam's redheaded, over-cheerful mother, Pam Manson, chirped, "Time to get up, sweetie!"
The goth girl's blonde, enthusiastic father, Jeremy Manson added, "The early bird gets the worm, after all!"
"That may be true," Sam emotionlessly replied, "but must I remind you I'm a vegetarian? And even if I wasn't, I would never eat a stupid worm!" She scowled, "Now leave me alone!"
"But sweetie, it's your first day at Casper High! Are you not excited?" Pam asked, confused, "Oh, and you're late, too…"
"What!?" Sam stood up, revealing her black pajamas. She quickly dashed into her closet, changing as fast as possible into a black t-shirt with beautiful purple designs, a black skirt with purple stripes, and a pair of black combat boots. Once she was changed, Sam ran out the door of her room. Her parents stared after her in confusion.
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School.
Honestly, Danny hated it with a passion, for many reasons…one of them being he had no friends. Non. Not even one. Nobody had even approached him after the accident that gave him his ghost powers…and nobody even knew his secret, except his sister…and his mother, who, as you already know, is missing. Other reasons that Daniel Fenton hated school were that he was always picked on by the popular kids, the only teacher that liked him was Mr. Lancer, and it was just plain stressful.
…He was doing ok when it came to grades, though. He had an A+ in Astronomy (he had always wanted to be an astronaut, after all), As in Science and English, an A- in Social, a B+ in P.E, a B in Health (a worthless class, he personally thought), and finally a C in Math.
He sucked at math; big time.
Anyway, the halfa's hair was messy as always (he didn't bother trying to fix it anymore) and his hollow blue eyes were filled with a deep sadness. He hadn't felt happy since his father had died, and even before that he had been rarely happy…
"Hey, Fentonowski!" A voice mocked. Danny stopped walking after a moment and slowly turned around as the teen who had addressed him advanced. He was Dash Baxter, a tall, overly-muscled boy with light blue eyes and light blonde hair…not to mention a brain the size of a peanut. Dash was the school's star football player…which…wasn't saying much, since the Casper High Ravens weren't that good at all.
"Yes, Dash?" Danny monotonously replied.
"Mr. Lancer told me to show some new geeks around. Think you can do it for me, Freak-ton?" Dash sneered.
"What's in it for me?" Danny asked quietly.
Dash glared, "I won't punch your face in."
Danny sighed, "…Fine, I'll do it."
"Thanks for nothin', Fentoad." Dash smirked, picking Danny up and shoving him into a locker. The blonde jock walked off, looking proud with himself.
Danny, with an impatient grunt, turned himself invisible and intangible. Since he was intangible, he was able to fly, something he could only do as a human when in an insubstantial state.
Danny flew down the hallway and phased into the boy's washrooms. He landed on the floor, materialized as he did so. The halfa walked out of the bathroom and thought, 'Ok, new kids, huh? I should help them out, I guess…if only so Dash doesn't kill me.' Danny sighed and scoured the hallways. 'I wish that idiot had given me more information…'
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Sam quickly entered the school, pausing to take a breath. Though she was a very athletic girl, she had never ran eleven blocks without taking a break before. She sighed and walked cautiously through the hallway. Nobody seemed to notice her, until—
"Hello?" The quiet voice was barely heard; had it not been for the fact the boy who spoke was in front of her, Sam wouldn't have even noticed. The boy was her age—sixteen—sporting a white and red t-shirt (the red on the shirt being an oval on the chest and stripes on the sleeves, collar, and bottom of the shirt), blue jeans, and red and white sneakers. He had messy dark hair and icy blue eyes. Sam suppressed a shudder; the boys eyes had this…effect on your soul…
"Um…uh…" Sam blinked. "Yes?"
"…You're new, aren't you?" The boy asked, a very tiny hint of amusement in his eyes and voice.
Sam raised an eyebrow, "How'd you know that?"
The boy dryly answered, "Because you haven't recognize me and made fun of me." He paused. "…I'm Danny."
"I'm Sam." The goth girl replied coolly, observing Danny a bit curiously.
Danny smiled weakly, "Somebody else was supposed to show you around, but"—his voice became bitter—"he's forced me into doing it because he's a huge jerk who's go the brain the size of a lonely speck of dust! Sam could have sworn his eyes had flared an olive green, if only for a second.
"Bully, huh?" Sam asked, trying not to express her amusement.
"…Ok, yeah, he is my personal bully." Danny admitted, "It's not just him, though…all of them…" He frowned a little.
"Yeah, I'm a social outcast no matter what school I go to." Sam sighed, "The 'normal' kids fear me and the goth kids accuse me of not 'being goth enough'." She blushed a little, "Though, uh, the latter is, I must admit, kinda' true…anyway, you haven't seen a friend of mine, have you? Kinda' tall, dark skin, red hat over dark hair, wears glasses, carries a PDA ninety-percent of the time…?"
Danny winced, "Yeah, I saw him…let's just say one of the popular guys was 'getting to know him'."
Sam sighed in annoyance, "Great, now I have to save him again. Where was he when you saw him?" She looked at the raven-haired boy seriously. Now that she thought about it, Danny actually looked kind-of cute…
"Down the hallway and near the washrooms," Danny replied, bring Sam back to reality. The goth girl stared at him blankly, shook her head, nodded, thanked him, promised to be back quickly, and dashed off—all as quickly as possible. Danny stared after her in confusion and rolled his eyes, 'Girls.' He chuckled and waited patiently for the girl to return.
Which she did, a few moments later.
Tucker Foley, an African American boy wearing a red beret, black-rimmed glasses, a yellow t-shirt, and green baggy jeans, was a sixteen-year-old techno-geek. As usual, he was holding his silver PDA, fiddling with it casually. The dark-skinned boy looked at Danny and said, "Hey."
"…….Hi." Danny said, a bit awkwardly. Though he seemed somewhat comfortable with Sam, Tucker seemed a bit more 'normal', for the lack of a better word.
"I'm Tucker." The techno-geek grinned, "Did Sam tell you about my awesomeness, or should I?"
"Tucker, don't flatter yourself." Sam sounded annoyed. Tucker stuck his tongue out at her, but yelped as the goth girl knocked his beret away.
"Hey! Don't do that!" Tucker whined. He then grumbled under his breath, Danny hearing the dark-skinned boy clearly, "Crazy woman…"
Sam scowled, "I heard that, Foley!" Tucker was gone in less then a second. Danny watched with the slightest hint of amusement as Sam chased after.
Yes, it was a beginning of a beautiful friendship…
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Later that day, during Science (with Mr. Lancer, Danny's favorite teacher), Danny was writing down notes about the 'wonderful' facts about molecules, when he froze and gasped softly. A steady swirl of blue mist leaked out of his mouth, signaling the presence of a ghost in the vicinity.
Danny raised his right hand and waved it a little to get Alexander Lancer's attention. The slightly-overweight teacher saw this and asked, "Yes, Mr. Fenton?"
"May I go to the bathroom?" Danny asked clearly, his voice louder then usual if only out of urgency.
"Yes, you may." Mr. Lancer nodded. Danny smiled a little before racing out the door. Once he made sure it was shut behind him, he dashed into the nearest boy's bathroom.
Danny hissed, "I'm going ghost." Releasing his inner cold with force, a ring of light blue ecto-energy appeared around his skinny waist. The one ring split into two identical rings around his midsection. One of the rings slowly moved up while the other—at the very same time and speed—moved down. As the ecto-rings passed over his body, his clothes were replaced with a black, skin-tight hazmat suit with white gloves, white boots, a white belt, and white collar. His icy blue eyes were now gone, replaced by olive green eyes that glowed slightly; not even a third of a second later, his black hair was gone and was now a snowy white.
Now in his ghost form, Phantom went intangible and flew through the roof. A random, brown-haired student left one of the stalls and looked around in confusion, shrugged, and left the washrooms.
Phantom floated up through the roof. As he regained tangibility, he hovered over the rooftop in a standing position, not bothering to lean forward at all as he moved through the air. Another stream of blue gas leaked out of his mouth, forcing it's way out his mouth. The mist, like the rings of his transformation from human to ghost and back again, came from the cold spot that was supposedly in his lungs.
The ghost boy looked around in slight confusion. Where was the ghost that was setting of his ghost sense? He had never had a false alarm before…
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH! GHOOOOOOOOOOST!" A scream was heard from inside the red-bricked school. Phantom quickly faded into intangible, lowering himself through the floor, head first. Legs fusing into a spectral wisp, he phased his head into the hallways from the roof and looked around.
The sight shocked him so much he almost fully phased through the roof, hit the ground, and de-transformed into his human form…but he didn't. For you see, what Phantom saw was…
END CHAPTER
When you first started reading, you were expecting a fluffy chapter, huh? That's what the ending was for! Ha! Oh, and it was a cliff-hanger, too! I haven't done many of those before!