I think I'm getting weirder in the head everyday…
"And I was like, 'Whoa, friendly alert!'" –commercial
I'm sorry about the lame prank. I honestly wanted to make it an okay kind of lame. I'm just excited that… Never mind. I'm just sure you guys would do a better job with the prank than I did. Even though the pranks are not done yet… *evil smirk*
Sam watched as the storm passed by her window, controlled in every essence by the entity floating closely behind it. "Danny!" she screams out the window, "When did you get your weather powers back?"
He looks at her with his haunted, glowing eyes brimming with confusion. "When the author got mad that she didn't own me…"
"Distractions: You've Gotta Be Kidding"
Tucker stealthily made his way to Dash's locker, ducking behind passing students when the blond jock himself appeared in front of it.
"Pharaoh to CL1, I'm in position," he whispered into his PDA.
Danny refrained from hitting him, so as not to draw attention to them, "I noticed, Tuck, I'm standing right next to you." He waved a hand in front of the boy's face. "What the heck does CL1 stand for?"
Tucker just snickered and gave his friend a frown. "This is my dare. I'll use code names if I want to."
"What does CL1 stand for?" Sam had joined the group, popping up from somewhere in the crowd.
"You'll find out soon enough. Don't worry, Sam. You're CL2," Tucker said, chuckling at his own inside joke.
Sam doubted that, but she kept her lips shut on the matter. "What are we doing first?"
Tucker ripped out a piece of paper, proudly presenting it to the clueless pair. "I made a list," he proclaimed pompously.
"You're going to fail first period," Danny said sagely. Tucker waved a hand dismissively.
"After the Crammer, I don't know if-"
"Would you quit griping about that? Why are we sneaking up to Dash's locker?" Danny cut in, annoyed.
Tucker's grin turned downright evil. "We're going to pick the lock!"
Danny and Sam glanced at each other, obviously not getting the joke.
"You'll see," Tucker said, trying his hardest not to laugh.
They crept slowly up to the jock's locker. Tucker expertly twirled the dial, having memorized Dash's combination from the last time they had to break Danny out with too many witnesses around. The lock fell open.
Then, he started to walk away.
Danny and Sam shared another confused look and quickly followed. "Um, Tucker? Dude, that was pretty weak," Danny commented.
Tucker shushed him with a finger to his lips and pointed to the blond now making his way to the locker.
Dash spun the lock, glancing over his shoulder. He tugged, but the lock wouldn't come down any farther. He shrugged and spun the dial again. Again, the lock refused to click for him. Furiously, he began to spin the dial a third time. When the lock still didn't budge, he tugged in earnest, his arms bulging with the force he was exerting on his muscles. He puffed as he let go again, trying the combination one last time. Finally, he slammed the locker with his fist. There was a resounding, metallic clang followed by a loud, girlish yelp. If the sound of a locker being pounded on wasn't enough to make the rest of the student body look up, the sound of Dash's scream clearly made up for it.
"Dash," Kwan said, concerned, "Is everything alright?"
Dash just pointed in rage at the dented locker. Paulina walked up.
"Gosh, Dash, it's so not cool for you to have a freaky meltdown over a locker." There was annoyance in her voice, but her eyes suddenly became panicked, "Didn't I put my powder in there?"
She twirled the combination and tried opening it. A furious look took her eyes as she experienced the same thing as Dash. Casper's "King and Queen" were both freaking out about an already unlocked locker.
Kwan reached over to the lock and turned it to the side, easily opening the offending piece of metal just as the tardy bell rang. Paulina's screams could be heard all throughout the campus as water balloons were dumped onto the trio of A-listers. "My powder!"
Casper's "Losers" were laughing their heads off in second period.
6 N ! 0 6 I! S, M 0 I-I '0 7 7 3 I-I (couldn't figure out how to make the upside down "?" sorry if this doesn't show up…)
"That was still pretty weak, Tuck," Sam reiterated as the trio made their way to third period.
Tucker shrugged, "Who cares? I thought it was hilarious, and that's all that matters."
"Give me that list," Danny said, snatching the paper from his best friend's hand before he could complain. His eyes got wider and wider with disbelief as they searched the paper. "Tuck, these are all lame. Only you would laugh at half of these!"
Sam read over Danny's shoulder, "'Slip bacon into Sam's salad?' You do realize that now I'm going to have to kill you." Her eyes darkened threateningly. Tucker gulped.
"You wouldn't do that, Sam," he said anxiously, "I'm an animal, too!"
"Couldn't have said it better myself," Danny replied as both he and Sam laughed at their friend's expense.
Danny's ghost sense went off. "Oh, come on!" he raised his eyes, figuratively addressing fate, "Today was supposed to be 'cut Danny some slack' day!" He ignored the few weird looks he got from people passing by.
"Hey, Fentina!" came the sudden, angry voice of a damp bully named Dash from across the hall, but Danny had already shoved his way to the bathroom. He once again went ghost, allowing a slight shiver as the icy cold tendrils of light surrounded his form. He heard the screams already sounding from the throats of the students outside. He turned invisible as a group of teenagers burst into the room.
He phased through the wall in search of his latest annoyance.
I can't believe I'm about to do this. Reader: Beware, we are about to see the third person: limited view of an idiot!
Dash wasn't used to being ignored. At school, he was the boss. All students bowed to his awesome might, except for that freaky Fen-toenail and his creepy friends. It had taken Dash all of freshman year to beat the kid into submission, and then there were days like these. He would've thought Fentina had learned his lesson by now, but no, the teen just ignored his call, as though he didn't fear the bully at all.
No, that isn't it. Fen-turd didn't ignore my call. He was just running away. Yeah, he was just scared! Ha, that ought to teach you a lesson, Fentina!
That was when an abrupt, subtle chill rent the air. He turned around to meet the glowing red eyes of a faceless ghost. Its form suddenly shifted out of the visual spectrum, leaving behind a light shadow as the being's body grotesquely morphed at the will of its master. When it came back into view, Dash was facing an exact replica of himself, save for the red eyes.
He screamed. Of all the people in the hallway, he was the first to make it to the safe haven that was the bathroom. Well, except for Fenton, but he seemed to have left during the confrontation.
The bathroom, though, had an eerie chill to it as well, giving Dash goose bumps. It disappeared quickly, though, so Dash pushed it from his mind.
Shouts began to fill the bathroom as everyone in the front suddenly huddled around the door. A hushed whisper made its way to Dash, "Danny Phantom."
Weak cliffy, I'm afraid. Sorry people, but I'm about to finish getting ready for company… I have to clean the living room before they get here.