Dreamscape
Alternate: My Life Going Ghost
Chapter
7: Guilt Trip
(Note: Adding of POVs)
Danny's POV
I didn't have such a good time when I came home, my parents were cheesed off that I was late for curfew again due to that stampede. This would've resulted in me getting grounded if it weren't for my dad shouting: "GHOST" and running out of the house after the Fenton Ghost Detector went off.
Okay, so maybe one or more of you would want to know just why I, Danny Fenton (a.k.a. Danny Phantom), was out late. Well…for starters I was trying to find out the truth about our new friend after Tucker made a suggestion to look at her files. The things I knew were: my ghost sense keeps going off, she's either acting to be our friend or is just a natural shy fourteen-year-old girl like Sam had discussed on the field trip, and Tucker said there might be a small possibility of her being a halfa.
Well…she hadn't really given Dash Baxter the 'evil ghost eyes' or shot ectoplasm out of her hands so that rules her out of being a ghost. I had decided to find out everything I could about Mona (LOUD FOG-HORN MUTES LAST NAME) (Danny: Err...yeah...) which meant going through the school files…at night…alone…at school (shudders).
Well…I did get to suck the Box Ghost into the Fenton Thermos just to pass the time.
"I am the BOX GHO-AAAAAAAAH!"
Yeah…you get it…
All I got from her file was that she was from Ohio. She was fourteen, eye color being brown, hair color being brown, blood type, and the basic info. In shorter terms ladies and gents: nothing out of the ordinary.
That is…until I read that she was sick at least two days before entry due to a high fever and there wasn't an actual date saying when it was added. Well…on the way back I had a bit of a run-in with that stag stampede and puts us back where we started.
Let's just skip to the next morning at school when and where I was talking to Sam and Tucker.
"You went into the school files?" Sam gawked, not entirely happy.
"Hey, it was Tuck's idea!" I blurted out as I leaned against a few lockers, skimming through the printed file over and over. I couldn't find anything strange except for the date.
"I was only suggesting we investigate…" Tucker muttered before the pink-haired Punk-Soccer Player showed up.
"Hey guys!"
"Hey Evelyn…" Sam greeted her friend, respecting the opposite of a Goth. I didn't want Evelyn to know what we were talking about so I pretended that I was arranging the pages of my homework.
And my ghost sense went off…
…no ghost in sight…huh…
"Have anyone of you seen Mona lately?" Evelyn asked.
"Not really…" Tucker replied. "We haven't seen her since yesterday…"
Maybe she's out sick or flying around Amity Park…nah… I shook my head.
Well…I was right in a way…
Original POV
"Desiree can't you fly faster! I'm going to be late!" I yelled as Desiree flew me and my backpack at a fast rate to Casper High.
"Not my fault you slept in…" Desiree replied.
Desiree was half-correct since I was having the strangest dream involving getting chased by Skulker…in a Tweety-Bird and Sylvester kind of way. The wishing-ghost went intangible through the walls before placing me in the Girl's bathroom.
"Thanks!"
Desiree nodded a 'You're Welcome' before flying out the room and I stumbled out, weak-kneed due to flying all the way here.
"Gah, I should've set my alarm for six in the morning instead of in the afternoon." I muttered before going in the direction of my locker…
…and bumping into Dash Baxter…
"Hey (LAST NAME EDITED OUT), I've got a D- on my test and Fenton's not around…you know what that means…" Dash growled causing me to back up two steps, grin stupidly, and bolt down the hall. "GET BACK HERE!"
Can this day get any…don't say it Mona…don't jinx it!
Danny's POV
Evelyn shrugged. "Okay, if you see her can you…"
"GET BACK HERE (EDITED OUT!)" Dash's voice rang out as we heard two combined pairs of accelerated foot-steps. Turned out, Mona ran past us as Dash gave chase.
"…what the…?"
"Okay, I've seen Dash chasing Danny…now he's after her?" Sam asked.
"He wouldn't hit a girl…would he?" Tucker asked. Sam gave him an uneasy expression.
"Uhm, I'll be right back…" I said before bolting after Dash and running into the bathroom where I transformed and flew after them, intangible.
"I said I was sorry!" Mona shouted before turning a corner into a…dead end… "Uh…oh… (Lower voice) C'mon Desiree…someone…help?"
Desiree? I stopped in place as I remembered the ghost that gave Tucker ghost powers a while back. Well, she was my friend and she was in trouble…
She then stopped for a second and glared directly at him.
"You know something Dash; I don't know why you enjoy making other people feel like crap. Maybe it's because you never got a date or you had a bad childhood…but that's not a very good excuse to be picking on me or any of my friends. So, why don't you just think about what you're doing for a change and wonder how it would be like if you were cornered in a dead end and some JOCK was about to punch your lights out!" Mona snapped.
Dash was silent before he replied. "You know…you have a point…"
Was that my ghost sense?
"Now you're going to get it twice as hard…" Dash pointed out and I was about to overshadow him before he stopped in mid-punch (at least a centimeter from her face) and…punched himself…did a split… ran into a wall…and ran into the girls bathroom resulting in combined screams from the girls in there before they ran out.
I went tangible and stared at where the jock went before seeing Mona staring at me…wide eyed and shivering.
"Ah…ah…" She gawked, probably an attempt not to scream.
…uh-oh…
"…GHOST!"
Then she did the thing I was hoping she wouldn't do: run…
(Authoress' Note: Did anyone think she's just going to stand there after she blurted out the name "Desiree"?)
"NO! WAIT A SEC!" I yelled before she rounded the corner and out of sight. "Great…what else can go wrong!"
…she's probably going to be scared of me and…hello what's this thing?
I floated down, reverted, and picked up a notebook that had a drawing of a furry anime animal on it. Curiously, I opened it before looking at a drawing of…me in my ghost form with an anime-like appearance? Remembering that it was hers and she probably didn't want anyone to look in it, I closed the book before walking towards my friends…deciding to return it during lunch.
…and ask a few questions afterwards…
Original POV
I continued running down the hallways before skidding to a halt next to my locker and gasping.
Danny had probably heard me say Desiree's name out loud…and he probably thinks I controlled Dash…while I have no powers…being an average fourteen-year-old human…and I can't believe I talked to THE Dash Baxter like that!
"What next?" I grumbled before grasping the dial of the lock and spinning it to three numbers. I murmured the combination under my breath before the locker opened and I started arranging my books.
"Just act normal and don't mention any of this to Danny, pretend you just saw a ghost and shiver…yeah…that'll work…not." Shaking my head, I stopped in place before realization hit me. My drawing-creativity notebook wasn't there… "PHANTOM OF THE OPERA, I DROPPED IT!" I mentally screamed, not helping the fact I sounded like Mr. Lancer, as I scrambled through every nook and cranny of my locker trying to make sure I was hallucinating and that it was buried under another notebook.
"AUGH…!" I let out a yell of anguish before slamming the locker shut. "Great…someone probably got to it and probably decided to scribble over my work…"
I shook that idea out of my head before sulking to class…trying to look on the bright side…
…which I might add is really hard to do…
"Alright…alright…just stay calm…just stay calm…you're just attending a normal day of school…in a cartoon…yeah…"
Like that was going to help…
Long after surviving the first four periods of class, I was finally going to lunch…not entirely too sure either to be happy or worried about it. Not to mention I wasn't sure just HOW I was going to get the others to listen and help me get out of here.
"This can't get any worse…" I muttered out loud.
"What can't get any worse?"
"AACK!" I literally jumped and dropped my books onto the ground before scrambling to pick them up. Turns out the person who startled me was three guesses Sam Manson.
Jinx, jinx, jinx…
"Geez, I guess getting chased by a jock got you wound up…" Sam commented.
"You have no idea…" I replied. "…and the weirdest thing is: Dash stopped in mid-punch, punched himself, did a split, ran into a wall, and then ran into the Girls Bathroom…"
"Really?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, and after that happened…I saw a ghost…" I explained, hyperventilating before dropping my books again. "CRUD!"
"A ghost…?"
"You don't believe me…" I muttered before squatting down in order to arrange the books that were on the ground. I knew Sam already knew about Danny's ghost powers but I tried to make it seem that I didn't know (that was repetitive).
"Well…actually there were a whole lot of ghosts showing up before you came here…I actually met one…" Sam started, helping me with the final two books since I was straining to keep balance and pick them up.
"Did he have white hair, black lab suit with white gloves/shoes, and eerie green eyes?" I asked. Sam nodded. "I saw him…"
Great, there I was, blurting out a few things to Danny's girlfriend…who I always wished for Danny to actually go out with instead of giving Fake-Out-Make-Outs by accident…
…and forget about Paulina…
That's a lovely thought…
"I guess that could explain why you ran from the hallway at a fast rate…" Sam commented as I began staggering to my locker so I could arrange what I was going to take for my sixth through eighth classes.
"Yeah…I ran from the ghost even though it was the one who saved my sorry-…" I grumbled, dropping the books on the floor so I could open my locker again.
"I wouldn't blame you Mona, I mean…people get scared most of the time…" The Goth tried to explain, cutting me off.
"Like now," I muttered so only I could hear.
"What…?" Sam glanced at me, probably hearing my comment.
"I didn't say anything…" I replied, trying to focus on arranging my stuff as I was mentally hitting myself and screaming: "LIAR! TELL SOMEONE WHAT'S WRONG! YOU HAVE TO TELL SAM, TUCKER, EVELYN, OR DANNY WHAT'S GOING ON SO THEY CAN HELP YOU GET OUT OF HERE!"
'They're going to think I'm crazy…' I thought before glancing at Sam who was poking through one of my notebooks.
"You know we're here to help out in case anything happens," She continued, closing it shut and handing it over to me. "So, if there's anything wrong you can tell us."
Oh…that's a good one…GUILT TRIP!
"Thanks Sam…" I tried to smile.
"Anyway, we'd better get to the lunch room…" Sam smiled back before we walked towards the Cafeteria.
If good news like that came up when I said the jinx sentence…I should probably say it more often…and hope nothing bad happens…
"So…what did you say earlier about things getting worse…?"
CRAP! Spoke (COUGHGACKWHEEZE) thought too soon…
"I just thought I was the only one going nuts when…"
"HEY EVERYBODY, DASH BAXTER JUST CAME OUT OF THE GIRLS BATHROOM!" Mikey (From the episodes "One of a Kind/Lucky in Love") shouted as kids scrambled to the hallway which I had run out of.
"Let's go to the Cafeteria…" Sam suggested before walking off.
"Good idea…" I followed suit. Humiliations galore jock-boy…
A loud yell from said-jock followed…
Ya know… I kind-of feel sorry for that guy… NOT.
To be continued…
Sorry I took too long and I apologize for the previous chapter's typo…
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