Dreamscape Alternate: My Life Goin' Ghost
(I know, it's been a while but now I'm back on track! Here's the next one! (Is hit by rotten fruit anyway) Ow…)
Chapter 4: Homerun Doozy
Well…I had gotten back to my place at the lunch table to see Evelyn in the same position as I had left her: eating her lunch. I did not want to tell her about the incident with that dog outfit.
"What kept you?" Evelyn asked.
"Uh nothing…" I responded. "I coincidentally tripped over a box on my way back." She immediately bought it…thank god…
The period before science class, I had gym. Well…not just any gym…it had that all too familiar jock in it: Dash.
Crud…
That wasn't exactly a good sign, I'm a new kid, I barely talk, and Dash might see me as another football, or geek to torment (or slam me into a locker). So, it turns out we had baseball and were playing on different teams.
Thank god Evelyn and Danny were on the same team as me, as were Sam and Tucker, who Danny introduced me to as soon as we got in the gym.
"You ever play kickball?" Evelyn asked as I tried not to show I was visibly quaking.
"Uh…yeah…" I responded. Pretty obvious I did not want to get a jock's nerve. That guy looked only six inches on television, but now he looked ten feet tall!
"Whatever you do…make sure you don't tick Dash off." Tucker said once I spotted Dash pulling off fancy moves with a soccer ball by tossing it about. I immediately nodded at this.
"He looks like a juggler…" Sam commented.
"Did he escape from the circus or something?" I responded, regaining my sanity. We pretty much agreed that Dash had got to be the biggest moron in Casper High.
The first one up was one of my classmates (you know: the blonde whose hair is standing up and had screamed that there was a giant hornet before jumping into a locker? Yeah, that one…). He stared at Dash nervously and the jock grinned. The jock immediately rolled the ball at a fast velocity before it collided with the guy sending him flying as though he was a bowling pin. Well…I wasn't mortified but I cringed just slightly.
"Well, good luck Evelyn…" I said before the punk soccer player walked up to the home plate with a deadly smirk across her face. Dash rolled the ball again, this time Evelyn kicked the ball, extremely hard, and sent it towards outfield before speeding back to home plate (yep…that fast).
"Woo-hoo! Was that the best kick or what?" Evelyn asked jumping up and down with excitement as I heard Dash swearing that next time he would roll the ball even harder including a few words I'd rather not repeat.
"Tell me she didn't just break the world record." Danny said as he looked at Tucker's i-pod.
"She broke the record…" Tucker responded. I looked at the hand-held and sure enough: 89+ feet. YIKES!
"Well, she is a soccer player…" Sam said before I realized I was at the front of the line. "Hey, you'll do fine."
"I hope so…" I groaned. "Well…it's been nice knowing me…" I stood near the base and felt myself slowly turning into jell-o.
"Go for it!" Evelyn shouted along with my classmates. I knew I was probably going to be in the infirmary sooner or later.
"Don't tick him off don't tick him off…" I mentally shuddered. The next thing I remembered were: the ball, the kick, and the sudden yell of pain.
"OW!"
I stood there with a stunned look as Dash was holding his head and wobbling around. He didn't look too happy though…
"Go! Go! GO!" I heard Evelyn yell before I suddenly sprinted, dodging the other offensive players and soccer ball as I went. I managed to reach third base once Dash's vision cleared and he saw me. I was pretty much trying not to shiver with excitement. I practically nailed him, by mere coincidence! I tried to ignore the fact he was shooting an evil look at me.
"Sorry…" I smiled sheepishly as Dash rubbed his sore head.
"You're going to be…" He grumbled. I felt my blood freeze at this statement. (I'm doomed...)
Aftergym I was walking to English class with Danny and Evelyn. Sam and Tucker had went their own separate ways.
"I still can't believe you managed to nail that guy!" Danny exclaimed.
"I said this once I'll say it again: it was an accident!" I responded before seeing Desiree out of the corner of my eye, giving me a thumbs up. She had been keeping an eye on me this whole time! That was when Danny's ghost sense went off and Desiree vanished before he could spot her.
"What's up?" Evelyn asked.
"Nothing…I just thought I saw something…" He responded. I kept a personal note not to tell Danny about Desiree or tell him that I knew his secret. If they fought, I'd be right in the middle of it…
Not where I wanted to be at this point…
...and why did I have this sneaking suspicion I was being watched?
Well, I think I've escaped my writer's block right now. If you must know I went through at least five versions of chapter four before coming to this idea that popped into my head while playing a different version of racket ball/tennis. I decided to skip the "meanwhile" portions out of lack of ideas.
Danny: AndI think that "block" is trying to break through that "creative barrier" you put up.
((CRASH!))
WBG: HI! I'm the writer's block ghost! Wanna be my friend?
Danny: 0o; This seems familiar...
Please RR!