Alright, so I wasn't planning on updating so early and adding the second chapter in BUT I also didn't plan on writing for 8 hours yesterday like I did. That means I had a small stockpile of chapters already written and I'm to excited to hear what you guys think of them. Of course I'm not going to add them all at once or anything, but I was to impatient to wait and add at least the second one. I have no idea how I'm going to wait to add the others.

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~Dragon~


Waking up felt weird. It was slow and I was groggy. Very unlike how I've been waking up for the last few months. It almost felt like things were back to normal, and I never had to fight ghosts in the first place.

But as we all know. All good things must come to an end.

"DANNY!" I heard someone yell from far away. "DANNY WAKE UP RIGHT NOW!" There it was again, but it was a lot closer this time. "COME ON DANNY!" I was shaken awake by Tucker.

"What what I'm up!" I jump to my feet, wobbled a bit, and got into a fighting position almost instantly. "Who is it? Skulker?" But I took him out last night he couldn't already be back.

"Dude."

"Technus?" I'm pretty sure he was in the thermos from yesterday though.

"Dude!" A shiver went up my spine as another enemy came to mind.

"Plasmius?" He hasn't attacked since he resigned his mayor position after 'the event'. Another shiver went up my spine as my mind began to wander to that day.

"DUDE!" Tucker yelled finally getting my attention. "Chillax, there's no one attacking." I froze for a moment registering his words before I slumped back down into bed.

"What the heck Tuck?" I said letting my eyes fall closed again.

"Sorry dude, but it's already like eight, and there's this thing going on at the park. We should all go." He seemed to hyped to be even remotely sorry.

"Since when is eight sleeping in Tuck?" groaning in annoyance.

"Since you got your ghost powers man. You never sleep past seven anymore. Usually you're up way before us." He was right of course. I sat up, skeptical of why I wasn't up earlier now. A ghost of one kind or another has never once failed to get me out of bed before seven. So why not today? It must be a fluke. "Anyways," Tucker resumed, "Hurry up and get ready so we can go. Sam and I will be waiting downstairs." He stepped out of my room and closed my door as he said the last word, leaving no room for any kind of argument.

With a great sigh I heaved myself out of bed. A sudden weight dropped in my stomach and my throat contracted. I threw my hand over my mouth and bent over my bed willing the acid in my stomach to go back down. After a moments, the feeling lessoned and I removed my hand from my mouth. 'Why is my stomach so upset?' I wondered. I barely ate anything yesterday, having to skip breakfast, and only eating half my lunch before taking off. And dinner had been out of the question because of Tuck's little accident. So it's not like I could have really eaten anything TO bad. And it wasn't like I could really get a cold or flu, being a ghost and all. Sighing again I slowly stood up, gripping my head when I felt the blood start to rush to it.

I walked over to my dresser and threw on a shirt that didn't have holes or burns in it yet. 'I would have to get some new ones soon.' I thought. Every time I had gotten any kind of money from my parents I went to this one store and bought their cheapest pair of shirts and pants over and over again. Sometimes in bulk, if I had enough. Which is why I always looked like I was wearing the same thing.

If anyone noticed, no one had said anything or cared enough to realize it yet so I'll just keep doing it until someone does.

If I ever got money and by chance I didn't need any clothes, then it would be spent on bandages and medical ointment. I could always use more. Heaven forbid if I ever got another nasty wound only to realize later that I couldn't treat it again. That one ended up being one of the worst scars I have, since I could do nothing but let it heal naturally. At least it was from my hip to the bottom of my ribs, no one would see it unless I took my shirt off around them. Which isn't going to happen.

I had to start changing in the bathroom though before and after PE. Dash had started calling me a prude because of it. Eh, it wasn't his worst insult.

Once I was done dressing I dragged myself into the bathroom, quickly brushing my teeth and combing through my hair. I'd try and take a shower later not having the time right now. I glanced up and the mirror before making my way out of the bathroom, but glanced away as soon as I did. I hated my appearance. I knew I didn't look healthy. I was too pale, like sickly pale. My hair looked dead, and I was way to skinny for it to be ok. Not that anyone could really tell what with the baggy shirts and pants that barely fit around my hips. Not to mention I looked like I was twelve even though my sixteenth birthday had just recently passed. I should have hit puberty by now, but I hadn't. It must be connected to me being part ghost. Oh well, nothing I could do about it.

I made my way downstair relishing in the smell of the sweet bacon that wafted past me. My mouth began to water and my stomach rumbled at the thought of food. As hungry as I was, anything halfway decent would have smelt amazing. So you can imagine how great the bacon must have smelt.

"There you are Danny!" Tuck said, "now let's go! We're gonna be late." He grabbed my arm and began tugging me out the door.

"Hold on Tuck" I said pulling him back, but unsuccessfully stopping him, "there's still breakfast."

"It's fine Danny we already ate." Tucker said. My eyes narrowed. How self important can you be?

"I meant for me." I said giving one last unsuccessful tug reaching for a piece of bacon still on the table.

"Geeze Danny. That's a little selfish don't you think?" Sam said. "It's your fault that you woke up late anyways. You could always just buy something there you know." I ground my teeth at her word, but held my tongue. She was probably just excited about whatever it was going on at the park, and upset at the thought of being late. I sighed and allowed Tucker to drag me out the door knowing that I wouldn't be able to buy anything later, needing the money for new clothes and medicine.


I knew it was a concert as soon as I stepped foot into the grass of the park. Food trucks were scattered about everywhere with people all around but most were grouped up around a stage. Some sat farther out sitting on blankets eating a nice lunch with their friends or family, while others who weren't quite sure of what was going on looked on in slight interest.

I cringed at the idea of listening to insanely loud music with the pounding headache that was currently making movement harder than it should have been. I took deep breaths determined not to let the headache stop me from hanging out with my friends. Opportunities to just hangout with them had been rare since ghosts started attacking Amity more frequently.

Tucker and Sam dragged me toward the stage, stopping only when we were all the way to the front. I had apologized to at least twenty people who were push aside in my friend's haste. They really should be more considerate. I thought about telling them this for a moment, but before I could make a decision, people, presumably the band walked up on stage.

The took their place by their chosen instrument and their singer took his spot up front with the microphone. My headache flared as he loudly announced who each of their members where, what their band name was, and what songs they planned on signing. I gritted my teeth for the second time that day, grabbing my head in pain. I closed my eyes and tried to focus on something other than the noise and the pounding of my head.

As the song went on, my headache got worse. The weight in my stomach from earlier that morning returned. I stumbled as someone in the crowded jolsted me forward, and I almost went crashing into the stage. I was given an angry look by the guards standing around the performance area to make sure no one bothered the band. I smiled at him then stepped back only to find that my spot had been taken up by another person already.

"Hey, go get your own spot!" They said as I tried to squeeze back into the crowd.

"But-"

"Is there a problem here?" The guard asked as he walked up putting his big bear of a hand on my shoulder.

"N-"

"YA! This kid is trying to push his way into my spot. I've been here the whole time, and suddenly he gets here and just tries to push me out of the way." The person told the guard. My eyebrows furrowed as they kept talking. Anger washed through me, and the urge to use my ghost powers emerged, but I stomped them down before they even had a chance to present themselves in my mind.

"Hey that's not-"

"Is that right?" The guard interrupted me, his hand tightening on my shoulder.

"No!" I almost yelled at him. "You can ask my friends I was here before the band even started playing." I indicated to Sam and Tuck who looked like they had just noticed what was going on.

"You with this kid?" The guard asked in an almost threatening tone. Sam and Tucker glanced at each other before shaking their head no.

"WHAT?" But Guys-"

"That's enough!" The guard said grabbing by the back cuff of my shirt and picking me up easily. "You're coming with me." I huffed and crossed my arms as he carried me away. As we rounded the corner of the crowd I saw the random person laughing, probably happy about her success in getting a better spot. Sam and Tuck continued dancing to the music as if nothing ever happened. 'So much for spending time with my friends.' I thought.


"You're going to sit there till the concert is done, got it?" Said the guard as he set me down in a chair at the Park's security office. I huffed but nodded, knowing it was useless to fight him. He would just call the police, and then I would be in even bigger trouble. He walked away, telling the officer at the desk about what happened, or what he believed happened anyway. The other officer nodded and the guard left, probably back to the concert.

I let my head fall back against the wall behind me and winced at the contact. 'At least I don't have to listen to the music now.' I thought as I remembered my headache and it flared up again. I closed my eye concentrating on the rhythmic sounds of the officer typing away on his computer. Soon, it was all I could do to not throw up.

I almost wretched as my ghost scene went off, my body mistaken it as the need to throw up.

'Uhg, why now?' I thought. 'I shouldn't really be complaining though considering I've gone all morning without having a problem. But that's probably because I didn't have a duplicate patrolling like usual, and I was just getting lucky enough that none of them have come into my area. Until now that is. I sighed in resignation, swallowing my sickness down.

I looked around the room noticing the multiple cameras all around. Of course there would be cameras in the security office.

"Excuse me?" I said trying to get the guards attention. He glared over at me as if distracting him from his work was a crime. "I-is there a bathroom in here?" He pointed up at a sign on the roof clearly showing the bathroom symbols. Of course I had seen it. I noticed them as soon as I walked into the room. I always need to know how to get away in case of an emergency , and over time it had become second nature to scout out a room as soon as I entered it. But I don't think just getting up and walking to the bathroom would have been any help as the officer made it seem. "Haha thanks." I said standing up and making my way to the door.

As soon as I locked the door behind me I transformed into my ghost half and flew through the ceiling out into the sky. I took a deep breath as the cool air helped me clear my head a bit. It still hurt, but it was more bearable now. Flying always made me feel better, no matter what the problem might have been.

Looking around, I spotted a few people running in fear a few blocks down. I zipped over quickly, trying to find the reason for said fear.


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