Danny stumbled slightly as he climbed up Casper High's front steps. He really didn't feel ready for school- he'd had an extremely long weekend of ghost hunting. It didn't help his mood when a crash sounded from somewhere inside of the school, followed by a loud proclamation.
'I am the Box Ghost,' the stupid spectre wailed unimpressively. 'And you will tremble in fear before my dice of terror.'
Tucker approached Danny from behind.
'Are you gonna get that?' He asked. 'I think he's in the Maths room.'
Danny sighed in annoyance. 'Fine,' he gritted out from between clenched teeth before stomping grumpily towards where the Box Ghost was currently throwing packets of dice everywhere.
It took Danny less than half a minute to trap the overweight delivery-boy in the Fenton Thermos. He couldn't be bothered to come up with any witty remarks.
Groaning, Danny changed back and looked at the classroom. It was scattered with dozens of dice. Danny was deciding whether to clean up them up or just leave the scene, when the door opened and the Maths coordinator walked in.
Her eyes widened in surprise. 'Mr Fenton! What happened in here?'
Danny didn't know how to respond. The teacher's face tightened.
'I will let you off with a warning this time, Mr Fenton,' she began to walk out. 'But clean this mess up- I have a class here for second lesson.'
Danny waited until the Maths coordinator had left before letting out a loud groan. He had gotten no sleep the previous night- add that to a weekend of catching ghosts, throwing them into the Ghost Zone, and then repeating that process over and over. The ghost boy had never been more tired in his half-life.
He bent over to collect the first die from the floor. Danny frowned, annoyed. Only a million to go.
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Of course, Danny got to class late. After cleaning up after the Box Ghost, he really wasn't looking for any more trouble. The problem was, Mr Lancer was very strict about being on time for class and Danny was already 15 minutes late. The likelihood of a detention was looming in Danny's near future.
The halfa paused outside of his classroom, his hand hovering over the door handle. There was nothing left to do but go in and face his punishment. Danny froze- or was there?
A grin creeped over his face, which slowly disappeared as he used his ghost powers for a very good cause- or so he told himself. He didn't want a detention.
Now invisible and intangible, Danny walked silently to his seat at the edge of the room. He looked to make sure that no one was watching, and then let his invisibility drop. He gradually became solid. None of his classmates noticed.
Mr Lancer turned to face his students. The whiteboard behind him was covered in indecipherable writing.
'So, for homework,' Lancer continued in his shudder-inducing voice. 'I would like you all- To Kill A Mockingbird! Mr Fenton! When did you get here?'
Danny looked up innocently at his teacher's sudden outburst. He struggled to keep his eyes open, but it was rapidly becoming a losing battle. His face actually ached from the effort.
'I've been here the whole time, Sir,' he said innocently.
The whole class gaped at him- his chair had been empty from the start of the lesson. Leaping to the rescue, Sam raised her hand respectfully.
'He came in with Tucker and I,' she lied. Tucker nodded his head, supporting her.
His expression bewildered, Mr Lancer sat down in his desk chair. The bell rang and all the students escaped before Lancer could remember the homework he was about to assign them.
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Danny yawned widely. For lunch today, the trio were sitting outside in the shade of a densely foliaged tree. None of them had said much, so Sam decided to break the silence.
'Why were you late to class this morning, Danny?' She asked.
Tucker made a noise of agreement as he stuffed even more food into his mouth. He burped contentedly.
The ghost boy looked at his friend in disgust; completely grossed out by what he'd just witnessed. Yawning again, Danny answered Sam's question. 'The Box Ghost threw dice all over the Maths room, then the Maths coordinator came in and made me clean it up.'
Danny hesitated and appeared to think of something. 'Do either of you guys know what her name is?'
Sam shook her head, while Tucker looked startled.
'We have a Maths coordinator?'
The Goth sighed and the area where they sat grew quiet again. Danny's jaw audibly cracked as yet another yawn disfigured his face.
'I'm dead tired.' He proclaimed.
Tucker snickered at the ghost boy's choice of words. Danny was too exhausted to glare at him.
The tree felt so comfortable to the halfa's battered body. 'Wake me at the bell.'
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Danny had the strangest dream.
He was sitting in the tree above where he was sleeping, looking down at his talking friends. He smiled- this dream was somewhat enjoyable; a rare occurrence for him.
Danny saw Sam sneak a glance at his sleeping form before facing the Techno-geek. 'Do you think he's asleep?'
Tucker crawled over to Danny, getting uncomfortably close. The Danny in the tree fancied that he could actually feel the other boy's breath on his face.
'Yeah,' Tucker answered the Goth. 'He really needed it.'
Sam nodded sadly. Enjoying this dream immensely, Danny slipped out of the tree and sat cross-legged between his friends. He wished this moment would never end. It was the most realistic dream that he had ever experienced.
At that thought, a thin blue wisp of fog slipped out of Danny's mouth. He could see it coming out of the sleeping version of himself, too.
'Oh, no,' he muttered.
Sam's head whipped around. 'Tucker, did you hear that?'
'What?' He mumbled.
The Goth stopped and listened. 'Are you sure that Danny's asleep?'
'Yeah, I checked.'
All three friends looked at the sleeping Danny. Of course, in his dream, Sam and Tucker couldn't see the other Danny sitting next to them.
'Look!' Sam exclaimed. 'Do you see that?'
Tucker nodded and leapt towards Danny's motionless body. Left with Sam, the ghost boy had no idea of what his mind was conjuring.
'Danny, wake up,' Tucker whispered furiously, shaking the halfa's shoulder.
Sitting beside the Goth, Danny suddenly felt as if he was being pulled back into his body, as if by a giant vacuum. Unable to do anything to prevent it, the ghost boy was sucked back into his body.
He woke with a gasp. Tucker was shaking his shoulder and telling him to wake up.
'Wha...' Danny asked confused.
'Your ghost sense went off while you were sleeping,' Sam exclaimed. 'We don't know who it is.'
Pathetic wailing split the air. 'I am the Box Ghost!'
Not even a single scream followed this remark. Danny cursed. 'How did he get out?'
The ghost boy glanced at his purple school bag. The Fenton Thermos lay on the ground before it. The lid was off.
Oh, Danny thought. Right.
The Box Ghost floated towards the tree under which the trio were seated. His blue arms were raised above his head, fingers slightly curled.
'Beware!' He screamed, trying to frighten them.
Danny lifted an eyebrow and pointed the Thermos at the delivery-boy. He didn't even have to go ghost.
AN:
I'm back!
This story is really confusing me, and I don't know where it's going, so I'm going to write it slower than my last one. Updates will be every Thursday!
BTW, on my holiday, I saw a street called Fenton Street! My parents didn't know why I was smiling so big- I don't think they've even heard of DP!
I hope to see you next week, if anyone's actually reading this.
Bye!