Thanks for another wonderful review MoonlightUmbreon. I think this chapter is a little longer, yet still one scene. Constructive criticism is always appreciated, I'm not one of those people who get defensive if you tell me my story sucks (unless you don't give a reason).
Lillian Fenton
I woke up on something soft. It was the couch. What happened and where am I, I thought. Then I remembered that I was at my cousin's house, and the portal. I stepped into a ghost portal and I wasn't dead!
I sat up and looked down at my arm to check for bruises. It wasn't there. I closed my eyes tight and opened them again, but it was still invisible. Then I looked at the rest of my body and I was all invisible.
I screamed "Bloody Hell!"
Danny ran in the room. "What, what is it! Are you alright?"
I was shaking, and looked down at my arm again. It was back. "Must have been a dream?" I mumbled. "Yeah, I'm fine, thanks. How long have I been out? What happened?"
Danny sat on the other end of the couch, looking calmer. "About three hours. The box ghost showed up at our house and attacked you, but Danny Phantom showed up and chased him away."
I rubbed my sore neck. Sleeping on couches is definitely not a good idea for in the future. "Who's Danny Phantom?"
He stared blankly at me for a moment, then it registered in his head that I had just moved here. "Oh, um, Danny Phantom is a good ghost, no matter what my parents might say. He protects the town from other ghosts, like the Box Ghost." He then snickered and mumbled "not that he could do much damage."
There was a pause, and then Danny spoke again. "How did the Box Ghost manage to make you unconscious, anyways?"
"Oh, about that. It wasn't-"
"Lillian?" Mother said as she rushed into the room. "Are you alright? That ghost didn't hurt you, did he?"
"No mom, it wasn't-"
Mrs. Fenton walked into the room next, interrupting me. "That Danny Phantom, he's a menace. The next time I see him, I'm going to catch him and throw him back into the Ghost Zone where he belongs!"
Danny looked a little scared at what was said, and then Jazz walked in and stood next to the couch.
I looked at Mrs. Fenton and then tucked my knees under my chin. "I thought Danny Phantom was a good ghost though."
"There are no good ghosts, all ghosts are evil." She spoke to me like I was a little child. "All ghosts must be caught. In fact, maybe I'll destroy him instead of sending him back, tear him limb from limb. He harms people, destroys property, steals, and-"
"Mom," Jazz said, "That wasn't his fault. You know he was being controlled when he was stealing-"
"Excuses, excuses. All ghosts are bad and that's that. Now, Lillian," she changed her tone from defensively demeaning to happy and caring in an instant. "You're looking better. There's some water for you on the end table. Would you like something to eat?"
Danny and Jazz sighed. Danny looked sad. Jazz whispered something to him and he looked a little better.
I took the water from the end table and drank it in one gulp. "Yes please, if it's not too much trouble. Fruit would be nice."
"Of course, I'll go make it." Mrs. Fenton went off to the kitchen and mom, once satisfied that I was alright, followed.
"Danny Phantom is good," Jazz said, "don't believe what they say."
I nodded. "If he saved me then he must be good." I don't think I'll tell them what really happened yet. After all, besides that little hallucination with my invisible body, I feel fine. "Who is he, anyway?"
"A good ghost." Danny quickly said.
"I mean, who is he? What does he look like?"
"Well, I'm sure you'll see him around," Danny said with a small laugh. "After all, ghosts pop up every day."
I yawned and looked at the clock. 4:30. "I'm still kind of tired. Would you mind if I slept in your guest room for a little while? My house probably doesn't have any furniture in it yet."
Jazz nodded. "Sure." She led me upstairs and Danny followed. We entered a plain bedroom, but all I cared about was the fluffy bed. I flopped down on it and closed my eyes. "I'll tell mom that you're up here, so she can bring in the plate."
I mumbled a "thanks."
Before I fell asleep, I heard Jazz ask Danny "Do you think we should tell her?"
"No, not right now," he said quietly, walking out of the bedroom.