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"Hurting who?" A voice suddenly said from behind. Jake whirled around to find Abby standing by her door with a bandage around her arm. The boy gasped.

"Um…nothing." He muttered, walking back to his own room. He stopped stiff at his door when his sister's next sentence was spoken.

"You know, I don't get you, Jake. You've been acting really weird lately. I mean, up until now, you were always the smart, responsible one. It was always something I could depend on, that you'd stay out of the way and be that person. But you're not anymore." She sounded very mature at that very moment, but the words sent chills down Jake's spine.

"I don't know what you mean." He denied.

She leaned farther out her door. "Yeah, right! You screamed at your friends and ditched school, not to mention that someone is suddenly forgetting his homework and making any excuse he can think of to leave the classroom." Her voice was coated with certainty.

"Well, maybe I don't want to be that person anymore!" Jake suddenly argued. "Who said that I even wanted to be labeled like that?! Maybe…maybe I don't want to be smart, responsible Jake Fenton anymore. Maybe I want to be someone else. Has that thought ever occurred to you or anyone?"

Abby stood there, gapping at her twin. Jake groaned.

"I'll be in my room." He slammed the door.

Abby was still in shock as she limped over to her bed and collapsed onto it, but then felt something knock against her. Curiously, she glanced beside her and picked up a little blue box. She examined it carefully before reading the little card attached.



"I heard what happened. I felt so horrible for you with how that ghost hurt you, that I found this. I thought it might make you feel better." She read. "A get-well present? Huh, no name." She then proceeded to open the little box. A gasp escaped her when she saw what was inside and pulled out a silver amulet with a green charm on it. "Wow." She strung it around her neck without any hesitation and then looked in the mirror and smiled. She didn't even notice the brief glow it gave off or how her eyes had flashed green for a moment.

"Abby, your friends are here!" Danny called up.

"Coming, Dad!" She called back.

The girl limped off immediately, not even bothering to remove the necklace.

Jake yawned as he walked over to his dresser the next morning. He looked in the mirror and quickly messed up his hair so that it retained its usual spikiness. He then started straight into the mirror. "Okay, yesterday was a freak accident, just like Chris said. It's not going to happen again today, so there is absolutely nothing to worry about." He mused, taking a deep breath afterward and taking one last good look in the mirror before gasping. His eyes glowed completely red. "Maybe there is something to worry about." He squeezed his eyes shut and concentrated. They had turned back to their usual violet when he opened them again. "What the heck is going on?!"

The was a sudden sharp rapping on the door.

"Jake, are you almost ready? You're going to be late!" Sam called.

"Yeah, Mom!" He replied.



The confused boy took one last look in the mirror, seeing that he looked completely human. "Good, no red eyes. But just in case…" He grabbed a pair of sunglasses before heading out his door and coming down into the kitchen.

"Sweetie, are you sure that you want to go to school today? Will you be alright?" The mother questioned worriedly.

"Of course I'll be fine. Yesterday was just a one-time thing." He replied. "I hope." He added under his breath.

When Jake walked into Casper High, no one went near him. Actually, they went out of their way to avoid him. The teen cast nervous glances around the halls as everyone started to point, whisper, and back away. Finally, Matt and Tori came to his rescue, walking with him.

"You're back? Wow, I thought for sure they'd keep you out today." Matt commented.

"Matt's right." Tori agreed. "After…er…the incident, maybe you should have taken a day off to cool down.

"Guys, I'm fine, seriously." Jake assured. He then looked around and noticed the missing member. "Hey, where's Chris?"

"Don't know." Matt answered calmly. "I think I heard something about her parents keeping her home today because of…well, you know."

Jake's head dropped. "Great, I'm considered a threat to society now."



"I hate to say it Jake, but you were kind of scary yesterday. I mean, I'm just glad you don't have ghost powers. Otherwise you'd have been blasting people out of the way."

The half-ghost flinched a little. That one hit a nerve. "C'mon. Let's just get to class."

"Uh…wait a minute, dude." The techno-geek interrupted, grabbing his friend's shoulder. "You might want to look in the mirror. You…uh…have something in your teeth."

Jake looked at him in confusion for a moment.

"Eyes." Matt whispered, barely audible.

Jake gasped. "Uh…right. I'll just…um…go fix that. Bye!" He speedily made his way down the halls, looking at the floor and trying to seem inconspicuous. He pushed into the empty bathroom and ran up to the sink mirrors. Sure enough, his eyes were alit with red energy again. He hastily pulled out his sunglasses and put them on, taking a deep breath. "Okay, there's no way I'm risking that happening again." He pulled down his shades and looked at his eyes, focusing on turning them back to violet. The flashed back in an instant. "This just gets weirder and weirder. Looks like I have some research to do." The bell suddenly rang throughout the entire school. "And a class to catch." He bolted out into the empty halls and down them. "Oh, no. I can't be late again. I already have a parent-teacher conference tonight!" He skidded to a stop right outside the door and reached out to grab the knob when he realized that his hand wasn't there. He let out a little yelp of surprise.

It was at that moment that Mr. Taylors decided to pull open the door, staring at Jake in disappointment.

"Well, Mr. Fenton, I see that you've decided to show up after all. A bit tardy, I might add." The teacher scolded.

The teen entered the room without a word and made his way to his desk, curious eyes boring holes in him. He slumped down in his seat, feeling completely embarrassed and even slightly ashamed.



"And I would appreciate it if you didn't wear sunglasses in my class." Mr. Taylors added.

Jake gulped as a fresh wave of panic rolled over him. What if his eyes started to flash again? Then he'd be doomed!

"Um…well…you see…I can't." He mumbled pathetically.

"Oh, and why would that be?" The educator interrogated irritably.

"Because…the light is kinda bothering my eyes." He lied, squirming a little.

"Is it? Do you have a note?"

Jake bit his lip. "No."

"Has anyone else been informed of this?"

"No." Jake sighed as he glanced over quickly at Abby. She was staring at him in concern and confusion.

"Then what reason do I have to believe you?"

"None." And there was the defeated answer.

Mr. Taylors scrutinized his student for a moment before exhaling heavily. "I'll let it fly today, but I better not catch you with those again. Understood?"



Jake nodded solemnly. All of a sudden, his head jerked up as his ghost sense went off. He tried to pretend that it hadn't and waited for Abby to ask to leave. When she didn't, he looked over at her. She examined the bandaging on her arm quickly before letting her uninjured hand shoot up in the air.

"Mr. Taylors, may I please be excused?" She questioned. She was itching for some action.

"Didn't your father say not to let you fight?" The teacher responded.

"Yeah, but…"

He gave her a stern glare and she slumped down in her chair. It turns out, she didn't have to sit out because, only a moment later, a ghost phased through the wall behind them. Boxed Lunch. Despite how weak the ghost was, everyone evacuated the classroom except for Abby. Although, Jake took the liberty of hiding in a corner of the room, in case something happened and he was needed. After all, he did hurt her pretty badly yesterday.

Abby smirked and went ghost. "What? No Mommy and Daddy this time?" She mocked.

The ghost growled. "I am perfectly capable of handling a fight on my own! Besides, they're taking care of your Dad."

Abby snickered. "You've got to be kidding."

"No! Now that the other ghost kid is out of the way, too depressed to fight, there is no one to stop me for eliminating you!" She squeaked. "Then, my parents and I will…"

Abby looked about to fight back, but then froze stiff. "Wait? What was that about the 'other ghost kid'?"



The ghost looked startled by this question. "Huh? Oh, yeah. The scary looking kid isn't gonna fight anymore. He's hiding 'cause he thinks he's gonna get out of control and hurt someone again. That's what everyone in the Ghost Zone is sayin'."

A smile slid onto Abby's face. "And that just made my day."

The teen's necklace suddenly flared to life, shining bright green. Her eyes mimicked the stone, glowing brighter. Without much thought or energy, she fired a large ecto-blast at Boxed Lunch, sending the small ghost hurdling against the wall behind her.

"Awe-some." The half-ghost admired, her voice a little lower than usual. She sneered at her opponent, who suddenly looked frightened. Without warning, Abby Phantom charged forward, attacking with a barrage of super-charged ghost rays.

Boxed Lunch quickly drew several boxes of who-knows-what to her from who-knows-where. They formed into a shield, protecting her from the harsh blasts.

Meanwhile, Jake was watching cautiously from his corner. He was itching to fight, but knew that it would be a bad move. He inhaled sharply as two strong arms pulled him back and through the wall. He was abruptly dropped onto the floor. When he looked up, he was staring at the rugged face of the Box Ghost.

The man chucked darkly and charged up pink energy cubes. "Beware."

Yeah, I'm probably taking Chris out a little too much, but she's not really important in this certain plot and I needed to have some consequence come out of Jake's actions. Besides, this will work in later.

Okay, next notice. I will almost DEFINATELY not be updating next week because I have dedicated this week to writing my book that I plan to get published. That, and the fact that I'm probably going to have a lot to do since we have a bunch of tests in school as well as preparing for our Washington D.C. trip on April 15th, which will offer up some very tight schedualing.

Okay, I'm done ranting now. Get back to your lives.