Fourteen-year-old Danny Fenton collapsed onto his bed, utterly burned out from the last few days. The end of the year was looming. As today kicked started December. Fortunately, it hadn't snowed yet. Amity Park's winters were no joke. Considering they had at least two snow days for the last several years. He didn't particularly enjoy he was the one who shoveled it yearly.
Primarily because his father's absurd gadgets to get rid of it only made it ten times worse. Yet, this year he was hoping his newly revealed ice powers would make it more manageable to shovel the sidewalk. His sole issue this time of year was his parents' ridiculous quarrel.
Honestly, his dad was in his forties! Yet, he behaved like he was only four! Everyone knew Santa Clause wasn't real. Also, in this day and age? Considering all the state-of-the-art technology readily available at your fingertips? Anything childish was quickly dispelled.
Danny firmly believed and felt it was proven that the age of innocence had long ago vanished. These days, people have smartphones, Ipads, and Alexa! There were robotic vacuums, Photoshop, and a bunch more! Therefore, why would anyone still believe in old-fashion childhood figures?
"Dad, you seriously need to grow up!" he muttered as he employed intangibly to retrieve his journal. He'd been keeping a journal since becoming a half-ghost. However, he hadn't informed anyone regarding it. To ensure privacy, he utilized his intangibility to conceal it inside the floorboards beneath his bed. He put in his earbuds and began to write inside his journal.
"I cannot help but feel weird about keeping a diary. Diary or journal? What is the actual difference? Either way, no one better uncover this book. Not only would my parents conceivably experiment with or eradicate me.
Except I would die from embarrassment if my classmates or even Jazz uncovered this book! At least my earbuds are blocking out those irritating Christmas carols! Everything is way too sentimental and sweet this time of year. It's enough to give someone diabetes from how sickly sweet this time can get this year!
I've nothing against the holiday. The only thing I'm against is the torture it puts me through, with my parents squabbling about stupid Santa Clause. Ugh, again, Dad? Why can't you grow up? Fruit Loop is so right! You're a manchild!
I've not dealt with many ghosts this week. I'm fortunate I've never dealt with the ghosts from "A Christmas Carol." That story has been done to death! However, Lancer still demands we do a book report about it!
Ugh! I hope the Ghost Zone Christmas Truce Party goes off without a hitch! I'm also praying I'll see my half-sister Ceci again. I want to spend more time with someone like me.
The Fruit Loop is great and all. However, he is still an adult. I'm a teenager! Ceci would be someone I could relate to on a more personal level. Plus, it'd be nice to have someone my own age to hang out with at the celebration.
I could say something to the Ancients. Possibly Dimensie could help? Figuring out how to adequately address someone who is non-binary is more challenging then I thought! I keep wanting to say he, but Dimensie is they. I hope to get the hang of it sooner rather than later.
If they do agree to help this year? Then I already know exactly what to get my older half-sister. Should I even call her half-sister? I've always thought a sibling was a sibling. I've always felt calling them a step or half is rude. Why do people care so much about technicality? So, from now on, I'll refer to her as my older sister.
Everything I've learned about my other older sister, I know the ideal gift to get her. I only hope no one sees me going to the local Staples to get what I want to get her.
I've to confess I'm curious about my dad's half-ghost self. Unfortunately, we only got a little time to chitchat about Inferno. Also, I'm confident my sister loved to meet Plasmius. I beg the higher powers of the Ghost Zone to let me see my sister this Christmas! If I could wish for anything for Christmas, I want to see my older sister, Ceci!
Oh, great! My ghost sense just went off! From the sound of it, its the Box Ghost! I better save the Christmas presents. I'm curious if my sister has to deal with as irritating a ghost as the Box Ghost. Either way, it's time to go ghost!" he quickly concealed his journal and transformed into Phantom. Then he rocketed out his bedroom window to rescue the local department store from the Box Ghost!