Breaking Point

Poke. Poke. Poke.

Danny gritted his teeth. The clock ticked slowly, and Danny was trying to take his science test. But a constant poking was driving him insane.

Poke. Poke. Poke.

Calm down, Danny. You've fought the Box Ghost, and you can handle him and his non-stop jabbering. And Technus, can't forget the Ghost That Never Shuts Up.

Poke. Poke. Poke.

Concentrate. Question number one...What is an electron?

Poke. Poke. Poke.

An electron is the thing that is needed for electricity...or something. Shoot. He should have studied instead of playing DOOMED all night.

Poke. Poke. Poke.

Now, let's see, what is-

Poke.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!" Danny screamed, whirling around and glaring at the shocked Tucker.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT!"

"Sheesh, just was going to ask if I could borrow your eraser, but never mind."

Danny froze as he was suddenly aware of twenty pairs of eyes staring at him. He turned around and meekly faced Mr. Poluka, who was tapping his desk with a pencil, eyebrow raised.

"I know, I know. Detention."