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Chapter 3: Karma's a Witch
Paulina wanted to cry. She was standing right there, and no one – not one single person – noticed her.
"Hello! I'm over here! Hello! Whatever! Anda cagar (Go to hell)!" Paulina yelled as the Goth witch came right up to her. But instead of stopping in front of her, the girl stepped through her and kneeled next to something on the floor.
Paulina gasped. What – what just happened?
Paulina turned to the Goth freak and was about to snap at her to move when something caught her eye. On the floor, the thing the girl had kneeled next to, it – it was her.
Paulina gasped violently.
No, no! It can't be me! She thought firmly, but she knew it was true. But how? She didn't even feel any pain. Nothing; nada.
But it was true. She was – Paulina didn't want to admit it – dead.
As Paulina tried to get it through her head, she didn't notice that she was no longer in the gym of Casper High School. She was in a green and purple tinted salon.
Stepping back in surprise, Paulina fell but first into the feet are of a pedicure massage chair. In the process, she broke her nail.
"Crap! Stupid chair," Paulina stood up and started kicking the chair, "stupid tiara, stupid salon, stupid nail, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid! La puta madre que te pario (The damn bitch that gave you birth)!"
Paulina slid down on the ground next to the chair and let a couple of tears fall. Right when she felt like she was about to downright sob, someone popped into existence.
The first thing that came into Paulina's mind was Ghost! The next thing was, Who cares! I'm already dead! Technically, I'm one of th–
No. Paulina refused to acknowledge herself as a ghost.
This stranger wore a purple cloak, had blue skin, a clock in place of his heart, a clock staff, and was holding a weird looking tablet that was navy blue. Suddenly, the ghost looked like a toddler.
"Hello, Paulina, how was your day?" The ghost, Paulina decided, asked her casually.
She stared at him as if she couldn't believe what he said. He turned into a young adult.
"I freaking died today! And you're asking me this? You – you ghost!" Paulina screeched at the calm stranger. How dare he ask her that?
"And what are you? An angel? I certainly do not think so. Besides, I'm still deciding if you deserve to be a ghost for all eternity or rot in hell for forever. You'd make a lovely Prom ghost; I do not think anyone has died quiet the same way you did." He said plainly without even looking up as he turned into an old man.
"What are you talking about?" Paulina pretty much yelled, "I go to church every weekend! I am, uh, nice! I do charity work!" If you count dating Danny Fenton charity work. He turned into a toddler as a smirk slipped onto his face.
"Yes, I see. A real nasty piece of work, aren't you?"
"Go to hell."
"I'm halfway there, Paulina, but what about you? Where are you going to go?" The ghost asked and then turned into a toddler.
"What are you talking about? And who in hell are you? And why am I here?" Paulina questioned, starting to get pissed.
"I think the correct term is 'Who in the Ghost Zone' but enough of that. I am Clockwork, ghost of time." Clockwork put the tablet behind his back and put his hand out, turning into an adult once again.
Paulina stepped back, stunned. "Like, Padre Tiempo (Father Time)? Ghost Zone? What–! Why?"
Clockwork glanced at his hand and then at Paulina. Paulina slowly complied and stepped forwards, her manicured hand inches away.
"Take it; I'm not getting any younger here." Clockwork turned into an old man.
When Paulina touched Clockwork's hand, she was instantly overwhelmed by a sense of coldness and closed her eyes. When she opened them, she was no longer where she once was and Clockwork was a young boy once again. What she noticed of her setting before turning back to Clockwork was what looked like a futuristic television screen showing flashes of Prom. Her Prom.
"Welcome, Ms. Sanchez, to the Cuckoo Tower. Do not ask me about the name, it might be the last thing you do. It is located somewhere deep in the Ghost Zone; don't ask about that either. Now, since you died," Paulina flinched noticeably, "at such a young age, you get a second chance at going 'up there'. You either take my offer or go to hell, literally. And if hell is too much for you, you can always be the ghost of heartless, slutty, Prom Queens. It'd be a marvelous haunt, especially with your personality." Clockwork turned into an adult as he finished.
Paulina was stunned. This ghost just insulted her and she didn't even know him. How dare he?
But instead of saying that, Paulina asked, "What – what is your offer, Mr. Clockwork?"
Paulina didn't know why she said Mr., but when Clockwork turned into an old man, she almost smiled.
"Well, according to the Observants," Clockwork took out his tablet and glanced at it momentarily, "you are to take the biggest loser at your school and make them Prom Queen at Casper High's make up Prom that is to be held in one week's time." Clockwork turned into a toddler.
"Danny Fenton? I'm sorry, Senior (Sir), but I am pretty sure that he is a boy. Which unless he's gay (probably not because he likes the Goth chick and me), I do not think I can help him." Paulina said, clueless to Clockwork's eye's rolling.
"I think the correct grammatical term is 'the Goth chick and I'. And no. Daniel Fenton is most certainly not to be crowned Prom Queen. Your charge is this young lady," A now adult Clockwork held his staff out towards the futuristic TV screens and an image flashed.
The image was of a scowling black-haired 14-year-old girl wearing a puffy pink dress which looked like it belonged in the seventies.
"Um, I've never seen this person before." Paulina said, one hand on her hip.
"Are you sure?" Clockwork changed into an old man.
"Absolute. I don't think she goes to my school." But she sure is a loser.
"How 'bout now?" the image changed into a scowling black haired girl wearing a black t-shirt that said Ghost Busters in neon green with a little white chubby ghost underneath.
"Oh. The Wicked Witch of the Weirdo's." Paulina stated.
"Yes, I believe her name is Samantha Manson. Your job is to make her Prom Queen at the–"
"I know; the make-up Prom. But Mr. Clockwork, whatever, this girl – she's, she's not Prom Queen material! Doesn't matter what I do to her, she's a poor Goth freak with no money and no sense of style!" Paulina interrupted Clockwork. Said ghost turned into a toddler.
"Well, then I guess you would like to straight to hell, then? Or would you like to be a ghost? That dress will probably be so unstylish in the next century." Clockwork stated casually.
"Ughh! Fine! I'll do it!" Paulina said in frustration and terror of never taking of this dress.
"I knew you wouldn't pass on the chance of seeing your mother again." Clockwork became an adult as Paulina's mouth dropped open.
Paulina was even more stunned. Shed forgotten that heaven meant her mother. Now she really had to succeed.
"Anywho, time for instructions. You will only be seen by Samantha herself and you have all the abilities of the modern ghost. And of course, every ghost has his or her super power. Don't ask, I will not tell you," Clockwork offered when Paulina opened her mouth, "A warning though, I suggest you stay a good three feet from Danny Fenton. Once again, do not ask. It is not my place to tell you. Now, on your way you go."
"Wait! How can I find–" The last thing Paulina saw was Clockwork turning into an old man.
Sam was trying hard not to crack a joke about Paulina's death. Why? Because Danny still blamed himself for it.
"Dude! We're telling you, it. Was. Not. Your. Fault! How could you have known she was going to be stupid enough to grab a tiara that was sending out freaking sparks!" Tucker repeated for what seemed like the billionth time.
"Tucker! She asked Danny Phantom to take her to Prom! We could have avoided all of this! It didn't have to happen! I'm telling you, we have to ask Clockwork!" Danny resisted for what felt like the billionth and one time.
"No. Look Danny, this isn't your fault. People die every day. Her death didn't even have anything to do with ghosts for crying out loud!" Sam interrupted for what seemed like the 500 thousandth time.
"You're only saying that because you didn't like her, Sam. I am a goddamn hero. And did I save her? No. I should have. And after school today, I'm finding Clockwork, whether you guys are in or not." Danny finally closed the heated whispered argument they'd been having all morning as he stormed away into the auditorium for Paulina's memorial ceremony.
"Great." Sam muttered.
"You're telling me." Tucker pushed past Sam and entered the auditorium, Sam following behind quietly.
To say that people were sad to see Paulina gone would be an utter and complete lie.
As everyone started coming in, Sam noticed Paulina's little group chatting and giggling away madly, the jocks laughing at what seemed Paulina's dead expense, and nerds sending them ashamed looks as if Paulina's ghost would suddenly appear out of nowhere.
Sam just then realized the probability of Paulina's ghost actually coming back to haunt Prom Queens for the rest of eternity. Sam didn't think Danny would be able to handle his previous classmate and longtime crush trying to destroy him and the town. Not at all.
As Sam found a seat one row behind Danny (she had to be near him in case of any ghost happenings), Valerie sat down next to her. Valerie was wearing red jeans and a white t-shirt that looked like her work shirt. You could see the mascara she'd worn the night before still on her lashes.
"Hey, Val." Sam greeted. When Valerie didn't respond, Sam noticed a pair of headphones in her ears. She pulled one out and Valerie turned towards her immediately.
"Hello to you too. What are you listening to, anyway?" Sam cheekily greeted her friend.
"Katy Perry's new song, Roar. Where's Danny and Tuck?" Valerie replied as she took out her other earphone.
"Well, I think Danny's going to avoid us for the rest of school and Tucker, well, he's probably trying to find a seat next to some cheerleader, the pervert." Sam sighed.
"And why is Mr. Hero avoiding us?" Valerie questioned, smiling at Tucker's expense.
"Well, we spent the whole of English and Math trying to convince him not to be guilty about the pink witch's death and not to go to Clockwork about it. Lancer ended up giving Danny detention for it." Sam sighed again.
"Oh, and let me guess. The entire way here you and Tuck tried to convince the stubborn idiot about it until he finally blew up and stormed off dramatically? Sometimes I think he spends too much time spying on Vlad." Valerie was spot on.
"You guessed it and that just might be it." Sam agreed and they fell into a comfortable silence. When Valerie offered a headphone to Sam, she complied eagerly.
"I don't give a damn about my reputation! You're living in the past, it's a new generation! A girl can do what she wants to do, and that's what I'm gonna do! And I don't give a damn about my bad reputation!" Joan Jett's voice rang out clearly from the headphone.
Sam had always thought this was her song. It was exactly what she acted like. But on the inside, Sam was a little less confident about herself. The only person who actually knew this about her was Danny.
Too soon though, Mr. Lancer walked up stage and called for the student body's attention.
"We are coming together today to honor the death of a very beloved Paulina Sanchez, who's death will forever haunt our school. Hopefully not literally," I heard Mr. Lancer Mutter under his breath, "If anyone has anything they would like to say about our Prom Queen, please speak up."
30 seconds passed and not a single living soul spoke up.
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