Okay, here's where things get good. This chapter is actually two combined into one, since I decided that they were both a little too short. Lots of thanks to dontcallmemanders, my first reviewer and a new friend of mine.
I actually have several chapters already done, but I want to edit them before I post. I'm a about the whole "quality, not quantity" thing.
Enjoy the new chapter!
Sweat drenched his skin, his clothes, his sheets. The room was full of smoke and flames. Milton totally freaked. Instead of actual language, all that came out was a screams. He jumped out of bed, attempting to override instincts and let pure knowledge take over.
Stay low. Check. Window? Completely engulfed in flames. Door? Accessible. Feel the handle. Not hot. Open the door. Crawl down the hallway. Notice you mother's corpse. What so I do now? I guess I just keep going, mourn later. Fall down stairs. Immediately stand up and inhale large amounts of smoke. Freak out and run around until you trip over your father's dead body. What? This wasn't taught! I can't move! Have a part of a desk fall on your chest and nearly kill you. Why didn't they teach this in school? Wait... oh yeah, because if this happens, there's nothing you can do. "Oh, Christmas Nuts!" Milton managed to grunt before death took over.

They went to school how they usually did and met each other by the stairs. They asked each other where Milton was and no one knew. They just assumed he was sick. Jack noticed a group of nerds, including Julie, crying in a huddled bunch. Jack casually walked over and his friends followed. "Hey Julie, what's wrong?" Jack asked gently.

"You insensitive jerk!" Julie screamed and slapped him before storming away.
"Hey, what's her problem?" he almost jokingly asked the other nerds.
"Milton died in a fire." one nerd sobbed.
"What?" was the collective response from the entire group.

Kim rushed over to her phone to tell Rudy and everyone else tried to comfort each other. In class, the principal asked for a moment of silence during announcements. Almost everyone he knew went through the day in a sort of phase. In Chemistry, it was almost impossible to hear the lesson over Julie's sobs. Even the Black Dragons seemed a little sad and uncomfortable. Some kids ate more than usual. Some kids didn't eat at all.

After school, everyone finished their homework and marched to the dojo. Jerry walked in first. "Jenna?" he called out. Then his eyes widened in sudden realization. "Omigosh guys! Jenna's still at Milton's house!"

They took Rudy's car there. Even though the fire was only the day before, it looked like it was a century old. The roof had collapsed on one side and in some parts, the frame had been exposed. One by one, everyone hopped out of the car and trudged to the remains of the front door.

Jerry was the first to slam open the front door. The wood by the hinges creaked and broke as it fell in with a crash. Jerry jumped back along with everyone else. Then he crept inside. "Hello? Jenna?"

"Guys!" Jerry was suddenly embraced by Milton, sending shivers up his spine and leaving a slight twitch in his eye.
"Milton?"

Milton stepped back a little, a weak smile on his face. "Yeah. I'm kind of... not... you know." he muttered.

He looked exactly the same, except for the fact that 1. He was a ghost and 2. Like Jenna, he had unnatural turquoise eyes which were shifting around uncomfortably. "You're a-" Kim whispered "-a ghost?"
Milton nodded. "Yes. Hey, can I ride back to the dojo with you?"
"Me too." Jenna added as she walked into the room.
"Uh... Yes?" Rudy said carefully.
"Thank you so much. It was so boring here! Have you ever spent an entire night in a half-burnt house? Everything fun is a pile of ashes! Come one, people, let's go." Jenna strode to the door. "Are you coming or not? Neither Milton or I can leave without someone else!"
Kim shrieked as a large piece of wood fell inches from her foot. The whole house creaked loudly. "Yeah, let's go." Jack said.

Hi Milton! I decided to do a disclaimer.

Who are you? Where am I?
Don't question me. Just read the paper. *hands paper*
What's going on?
I am SO erasing your memory after this.
What? Why would you-
Read. The. PAPER!
Fine, calm down. Flamebeast-
You don't capitalize it!
*rolls eyes* flamebeast does not own Kickin' It, but she does own pretty much anything in this story except Kickin' It stuff.
Thank you. *snaps fingers and paper disappears*
Are you a Q? That is so amazing, I've-
*snaps finger and Milton disappears*