Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom!
I was confused. The Ghost Boy was flying at me at full speed, and I saw the shadow of a bigger ghost behind me. I turned around and saw a big knight ghost, and he was holding his sword up. I screamed just as he sliced my flawless skin with his sword, and blacked out.
Everything was blurry when I woke up, but I was able to see enough to be able to tell that I was in my room. Obviously that whole thing was just a dream. It's a shame that I couldn't get closer to the Ghost Boy, though. I took a warm shower, thinking that I was just really tired, but my vision was still blurry when I got out. I shrugged to myself. I was pretty and popular; it didn't matter whether or not I could see. I brushed my teeth and picked out the usual skimpy outfit, and went downstairs for breakfast. I only had an apple. After all, the prettiest girl in school couldn't go around eating carbs this early in the morning!
"Honey, you left your glasses down here last night," my papa said as he handed me a pair of glasses. Wait, what? Glasses? Paluina Sanchez doesn't wear glasses. Nu-uh. That's for unpopular, loser geeks, like Foley or Mikey.
"I don't need glasses, papa!" I protested.
"Really? How many fingers am I holding up?" He asked as he held a hand up. I squinted as hard as I could.
"Three? Two? Four?" I guessed.
"One," he replied grimly. "You're wearing the glasses, Paulina." I sighed as I put them on. I guess I could always say that I broke a contact or something…but at least I could see. I looked down and gasped. Instead of the usual pink shirt, I was wearing a black one. Now I looked like that loser Foley and that loser Manson. Great. Just great. I wanted to change, but I was going to be late for school, and Lancer said that popular or not, I had to have a detention if I was late one more time. So I headed out the door.
I felt horrible about myself as I walked to school. I decided not to have lunch today; maybe if I lost a pound or two people would forget about my horrid glasses and top. I felt an itch on my forehead and scratched it absently.
"Heh…nice glasses, Paulina," Dash smirked as I entered the building. In case you hadn't realized, the A-list was cutthroat. We were even nastier to each other than we were to everyone else, since we were constantly jockeying for position.
"Nice zit, too," Kwan added.
"Nice try, loser," I shot back. Kwan was always telling people that they had zits when they really didn't. I don't know what's up with him…
"No, seriously, Paulina," Star said. Now I was seriously worried. Star, my lackey, er, satellite, would never lie to me. I took a look in her pocket mirror, which my shriek instantly broke. I had one. A zit. Right in the middle of my forehead, too. Before anything else could happen, though, we had our first class, math. We all walked into the room and sat at the back, as usual. All of a sudden,
"Paulina, could you please tell us the answer to the question?" The teacher asked, irritated. I squinted up at the board, thinking that this would just be another exercise in evading answering a question that I didn't know the answer to. Strangely enough, though, the problem seemed extremely simple. I was even able to solve it in my head.
"The answer is four over pi," I stated. Everyone turned around in their seats to look at me. "What?" I asked, irritated. "It wasn't a hard problem."
"Very good, Paulina," the teacher said, impressed.
"Geek," Dash whispered as I sat back down. I punched his arm.
Next period was gym. Usually I got out because I was a cheerleader, but today was fitness testing, so everyone had to go. Joy. I even tried to get out of the class by saying that I had glasses, but Ms. Tetzlaff said that it was okay, we were only running the mile so I could do it even while wearing glasses. Lovely. I changed into my gym clothes and did the mile just like everyone else. I got back to the locker room and discovered, to my horror, that my clothes were gone.
"Somebody stole my clothes!" I whined to Tetzlaff.
"So go to the lost and found!" She said.
"But…they only have ugly loser clothes!" I protested.
"March, young lady!" She shouted and pointed in the direction of the lost and found box. I walked over to it and shuddered at what I saw.
"There's a reason why these things stay lost…" I grumbled. The only halfway decent things in the entire box were a knee-length skirt with stripes and a plaid shirt. They didn't match, and they were both ugly as sin, but they were the only wearable things there.
When I left the locker room, everyone was staring at me. Not like before, when all the guys were staring at my body and drooling. Oh no, this was the bad kind of staring. They were looking at my horrible clothes, my zit, and my glasses. Then, the worst thing imaginable happened. The A-list came up to me.
"Sorry, Paulina, but we can't have you in our club if you're going to dress like that," Dash stated.
"So we're going to have to kick you out of the A-list," Kwan added.
"Loser," Star sneered at me before the three of them turned tail and walked away.
I couldn't believe it. I was out of the club. Me, the queen bee, the most popular and pretty girl in school, was out of the club.
It was lucky that Lancer and Ishiyama couldn't speak Spanish, otherwise the things I was yelling as I ran, crying, out of the school would've gotten me suspended for sure.
If you have any requests for characters, send them to me in a review and I'll try to get them in. I'm doing Danny last, though, since he's easily the most predicatable.