I don't need a beta reader anymore since my stories aren't that long.
Once again, Lillian Fenton POV
I woke up from a strange dream. I dreamed that I was hovering over my bed.
I yawned and looked over to the digital clock on my bedside table. The little glowing numbers said 6:59, before turning to 7:00. Next to the clock was a plate with a cut up apple and some orange slices and a glass of water. I drank some of the water and popped an orange slice into my mouth before getting up.
With my eyes half closed, I walked to the door so they would know that I was up. I reached for the door handle, but I couldn't grasp it. I opened my eyes and reached again, but once again my hand went through it. My eyes found the mirror on the back of the door.
I did not look the same.
My white blouse had changed black and long-sleeved, with white lace going down the sides but also going down my arms. My Jeans were also black, and I had a white belt on. My sneakers looked the same, except now they were black with a white accent. The three most strikingly differences, though, were my skin, hair and eyes. My skin had a blue tint, my hair had turned white with a small black streak down the right side, held together in a ponytail with a white scrunch, and my eyes turned from blue to red.
"Holy st," I whispered.
These can't all be coincidences, I thought. First invisibility, then dreaming I could fly, then my hand and now my clothing. Something happened to me in the portal.
I got a grip on the door handle and opened it. I walked down the stairs, and then saw that I was sinking into the stairs. This scared me for a moment, but then I didn't really care, and mentally thought to solidify my body. It worked, for about five seconds. "I've got to tell somebody about this," I said to myself. "Maybe Auntie Maddie and Uncle Jack, they know about ghost stuff, and I changed in the Ghost portal."
I got to the end of the stairs and looked around. The house was empty. I went to the kitchen, but still nobody. Then I checked myself out in a mirror. My clothing was back to normal. "Hello?" I asked loudly.
There was some movement outside, and I looked out the kitchen window. There was Auntie and Uncle, chasing around some ghost with a black and white jumpsuit, who was chasing around two twin ghosts with funky half-moon haircuts. They were all shooting at each other.
I ran outside to get a better look, and Jazz and my mom was there too. "Where's Danny," I asked Jazz.
"Oh, ah, he's around. Hea hea, you know Danny, always running off at the sign of danger."
I guess I'll have to wait to tell them about my problem. "So Jazz, who are those ghosts?"
"Well, those," she pointed to the two twins that were taunting the other ghost, "are both Vlad Plasmius. He's a nasty ghost, and can duplicate among other things. And he," she pointed to the ghost who looked about to tear the other apart, if it wasn't for the distraction of the ghost hunters, "is Danny Phantom." She looked back at the fight.
Danny Phantom was wearing a black jumpsuit with white gloves and boots that looked exactly like the ones in the basement, the lab, except for the color. In fact, the ghost himself looked almost like Danny, my cousin.
The three ghosts, or one ghost and duplicate, moved their fight closer to us. As they got closer, I felt something cold in my throat and a breath of blue air escaped. I squeaked and Jazz turned to look at me. "What?" she asked.
I covered my mouth with both hands. "Nothing," I said, my voice coming out muffled.
Jazz gave me a weird look, then turned back to the fight. I looked back too, and Phantom spoke. "You'll never win, Vlad!"
Then it clicked. All the clues I had been given rushed back to me. The blue air escaping from his mouth in the basement, the way he left when the box ghost came, how he was sad when his parents were talking bad about Danny Phantom and why Danny always defended Phantom, how their looks were similar and why the Fenton suit was on Danny Phantom. Danny Fenton was Danny Phantom, and Jazz knew.
"Hey Jazz," I began.
"What?"
I hesitated. I could either tell her now that I knew, when there were all of these people around to overhear, or I could tell her later. "Um, nothing. Nevermind."
She went back to the fight, and I watched too. Vlad and Danny phased through a fence, Maddie jumped over and Jack ran right through, leaving his body imprint. Vlad shot an ectoblast at Danny, but he deflected it with a shield and the blast went back at Vlad, hitting him. The two now very angry Vlads merged, and turned invisible. Vlad reappeared behind Danny and shot an ectoblast at him, which hit, causing Danny to falter in flying for a moment before steadying himself once again in the air. All the while, Danny was dodging the various ghost hunting equipment that was thrown at him by the ghost hunters.
I couldn't take it anymore. I had to tell her. "Jazz, can I speak to you… alone? It's about the identity of Danny Phantom."
Jazz looked startled. "Sure." We walked a few yards away.
"I know cousin Danny is Danny Phantom." I said once weren't in earshot of the parents.
She looked taken back. "Why- why would you think that? Of course he isn't! Danny is human-"
"Jazz, I know you know. Please, no lies. There are so many clues, I know without a doubt it's him."
Jazz sighed. "It's Danny's secret to tell, but you've already found out so… are you alright with it?"
"Of course! It's really cool! But, how did this happen?"
Jazz looked at me strangely. "I didn't think you'd take this so easily. After all, he is half ghost, and it is pretty strange."
"Well, strange things have been happening to me lately too. So, how did he become half ghost?" Please don't say Fenton Portal please don't say Fenton Portal-
"The Fenton Portal."
I mentally slapped myself. Curiosity always did kill the cat, but at least it only half killed me.
"He's the only half ghost out there, besides Vlad," she said. "But Vlad Plasmius, or I should say Vlad Masters, our mayor, is evil."
There's more than just two half-ghosts out there, I thought.
I decided to tell her and Danny later that I was a half ghost, when they were together. After a few minutes, Danny beat Vlad and flew off. Once he left, Danny Fenton came back. "So, what'd I miss?" he asked.
Jazz ran over to her brother, and I heard her whisper "she knows." Danny's eyes went wide.
I could tell that Danny wanted to talk to me as much as I wanted to talk to him, but after the fight mom and I went home. The furniture was all there, and I went up to my bedroom, my hand once again phasing through the door handle. Even though I slept for a long time in the afternoon, I was still tired and fell asleep once my head hit the pillow.