A double wammy! Is that awesome or what? I hope you guys agree. This might be the second last chapter. Unless I can think about something else to go along with this. I'll try to make it long; I'll try to add more stuff. Then there will be more chapters! Aright, there weren't any reviewers when I was making this chapter, so right with the chapter!
Hope you enjoy!
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7. SO IT'S TRUE?
Still Lancer's POV- first person
I didn't seem right. But it made sense, well sort of. I got to my feet and started to walk back to the class room to finish grading. At least it was a Friday, and I can have two full days without teaching, but a lot of thinking. Yes, I was going to think about the Danny's and see if it's true or not, before I accuse him. That would just be plain wrong.
As I walked down the empty hallways, I looked around, looking at stuff. I finally reached the room, and locked the door, then sat in my chair. I grabbed a red pen and took out a pile of papers that needed to be graded. I sighed; well that's what you get when you are a teacher.
As the hours went by, the sky grew dark. I was almost done and it was almost… I looked at the clock. 7 o'clock. That's nice, huh? Sometimes I think Friday is the worst day. I know it might sound wrong, but sometimes it just is. But, just think about the two full days you get to have. That's the nicest thing I can ever dream of.
I thought Danny would come back to talk with me. But it seemed like he just left. I shrugged, sometimes you just need a break, and I couldn't blame him. I still have a hard time that Danny Fenton: Clumsy, sleepy, weak, (Sorry, but it is true.) failing classes. Is the Brave, mighty, hero, Danny Phantom? It was hard to believe.
I heard a knock at the door, I got up and walked to the door, opened it, seeing a guy, I had no idea who he was, he handed me a note, well maybe a letter, then left.
"Wha-?" I asked, confused, but the guy was already out of sight.
I shrugged and headed back to my desk, locking the door once again. I sat on my chair and opened the note/letter. It was from Sam Manson.
Lancer,
Danny thinks you can read minds, well he says that you can. But I don't quite believe it. Is that true? I think you are finding out some info about us and you're not supposed too. Why, just why do I have that feeling? Can, you please talk to me? I need to find out, or at least write back. Things are getting weirder by the minute around you. And I am starting to get worried. Please at least right back, at least!
-Sam Manson
P.S. Hurry!
I folded the note; I didn't know Sam would be thinking about me. I mean, do kids really think about their teachers?It was kind of creepy to find that out. But, wouldn't Danny have already told the conversation that we had? I was sure he would've done that.
I put the note aside and started grading the last few papers.
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30 minutes went by and I finally finished the last paper. Yes! I can finally have the whole weekend to myself! Ah, how nice is that? Yeah, I think it is. I put the papers in a folder and cleaned up my desk then headed out. Once I got to the parking lot, I remembered, that my aunt came by late today and barrowed my car. She said she would return it at MY HOUSE. Ugh, that meant I had to walk a mile home. I groaned and started to walk.
The walk, was, um, actually wasn't that bad, it was relaxing, the warm breeze blowing against my face, the dim sky up in the air. It was perfect.
I remembered the note Sam gave me and promised when I got home I would write a note back to her. I was about a block to my apartment. I walked a little slower, because this walk was so nice, I wanted it to last longer. Sadly, I finally reached my apartment, and went inside.
Just before I walked in, I made sure I saw my car somewhere close to my apartment. I spotted it across the road, nodded then walked inside.
I walked up to my room, took a shower, got ready for bed. Then I lied on my bed and started to watch TV.
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Nobody's POV –takes place at Danny's house
Danny sighed as he plopped onto his bed, could he get one single break from fighting ghosts? He turned to his side and pick up his cell, from the little table he had by his bed. He started pressing numbers and ended up calling Tucker.
"Hello?" Someone said from the other line.
"Hi, Tuck." Danny said.
"Danny! Why haven't you been answering us lately?" Tucker asked.
"Long story."
"I have all the time in the world." Tucker smirked. Then there was a shout at the other line. 'Tucker, it's time for dinner!'
Danny smirked. "Do you have all the time in the world now?"
"Not funny, Danny, I will call you after dinner, along with Sam." Tucker said then hung up.
Danny hung up too. Then his mother called him down for dinner.
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"So, what did you guys do today?" Maddie asked her kids.
Before Jazz or Danny could answer Jack interrupted. "Did you kids see any ghosts?"
Danny smacked his forehead with his left hand and said. "No Dad."
"Oh, do you have any fudge?"
"Dad, it is dinner time, not desert time." Jazz said.
"After dinner," Jack corrected himself. "Do you have any?"
"Uh, no, but you can go buy some." Danny said and went back to eating.
"Okay!" Jack faced his wife. "Got any cash?"
"Sweetie, it is dinner time right now. After dinner you can. Okay?" Maddie said sweetly.
"Aww," Jack complained, and looked up at the ceiling. "Don't worry! I will come for you fudge!"
Danny laughed, and Jazz rolled her eyes.
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Dinner was finally over, Jack, of course was saving 'his' fudge. Danny walked up stairs and looked out his window, just looking at the beautiful night. Jazz, went to her room and was reading.
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An hour went by, still no sign of Tucker calling or Sam. Danny decided he would go to bed. Strangely there weren't any attacks; Danny just wanted some rest so without getting into his PJ he went straight for his bed. After a few minutes he fell into a sleep, having a nightmare.
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I am really sorry this was short, but it's a chapter, right? It's better than nothing.
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Aww come on guys!
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Okay, okay! I'll try to make the next one longer than this chapter. But might be out Monday!
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