Holiday
Red and green garland draped the hallways of Casper High. Wreaths hung on every door. Danny sighed in annoyance as he slammed his locker shut. He joined Sam and Tucker as they walked out the front doors, Christmas vacation about to begin.
"What's the matter, dude? I thought you started liking Christmas." Tucker tied a red scarf around his neck.
"Yeah. Are your parents fighting again?" Sam asked inn concern.
"No...I'm just still a bit miffed about the last Christmas season."
"Well, dude, you do have a reason."
Danny stared wide eyed at Tucker for a moment before running away, screaming at the top of his lungs in panic. Sam punched Tucker in the shoulder. "What'd you do that for?"
Tucker pulled a fifty from his jacket pocket. "The Ghost Writer paid me $50 to say a rhyme of some sort to freak Danny out. He'll be fine. Besides, whereas Danny may be indifferent to the holidays, I love them."