Hey guys, sorry this is slightly later than anticipated, though I did warn you and say I was busy this weekend. I am going to stop even asking for reviews, but please review like the wind :). You guys are lucky to get this, I barely have time to write it, and I have a lot of homework due tomorrow that I have barely started. I will probably do that tonight though. Since it is coming up to my birthday (under a month) I am going to be getting a new good phone soon, so I should be able to update from that in the evenings and stuff. I could write the chappies when Im out and save them to my notepad haha so there should be more updates then.

Disclaimer: I'm pretty sure I would know if I was Butch xD.

Wednesday

3 days since portal accident

A long detention had followed my actions yesterday, but I didn't regret them at all. Man, the look on Dash's face was absolutely priceless. He looked like he was close to wetting himself.

Maybe, if these powers were permanent they would come in handy. Though, maybe it would be a bad idea to use them for bad, what if I got caught? I would be disected molecule by molecule. I didn't even know if my parents and sister would accept me. Would they?

Jazz might. She was the type of person who wouldn't care if I was half ghost, so long as I wasn't a bad person. She would accept me after a while though I wasn't too sure, so I refused to tell her. My parents were a different story, they were such huge ghost haters that they would destroy me in seconds just so they could see the inside of me and my dna and all that stuff.

These thoughts had been in my mind since the accident, and since I realised I probably was half ghost. Sam and Tucker were currently sitting in Sam's games room after a long day of school. For some reason this weird blue mist like cloud came out of my mouth and blew into Tucker's face. He was busily playing a video game on Sam's huge flatscreen and it made him jump in surprise.

The chocolate skinned boy turned to look at me angrily. "You made me die!" Of course, the video game was the only thing that he cared about. Sam, who's head had shot up when I gasped before the mist escaped, spoke up in my defense.

"He starts breathing smoke and all you care about is your game?"

"Wait he breathed smoke? It felt pretty cold." Tucker seemed to get a thinking face. #deepthought.

I sighed again and they both stared at me as another stream of blue mist came out my mouth and evaporated. "Jeez." Was the only thing I could say.

The pair continued to stare at me, as if waiting for another mist cloud, or a sign of what it was but they eventually gave up and left me to my thoughts while they returned to the game.

I lent back into the layz boy chair I was sitting on so far I was basically lying down. I stared up at the celling which was designed to look like the sky outside on a night day. It was laced with clouds, and the blue sky was a bright blue almost like my eyes.

Wait, why was it getting closer? I bumped my head on the roof and heard chuckles below me. I rubbed the bump on my head while I looked down at my friends. I had flown up to the roof absentmindedly, and so now I was around 6 meters above them. They paused the game and continued to laugh up at my fail as I tried to float back down.

On one side of the wall nearby me there was a bookshelf that I was nearby too. It came close to reaching the roof, and had a small ladder beside it. The wooden shelf was drilled into the wall, so it wouldn't have fallen onto me. I was almost considering trying to fly over to it and climb down when the door to the games room opened.

It was Sam's Dad. For some reason, instead of sending a butler he had come down to offer us some food though he was probably just checking up on me to make sure I was out of trouble.

If you count flying 6 meters in the air for no reason was causing trouble, then yes I was in huge trouble. Thinking swiftly and fast I grabbed hold of the bookshelf and made it look like I was pulling myself up.

"Sup?" I asked casually as I glanced down at the appalled father. He gazed up at me with a look of anger, his mouth dropped.

"How did he get up there?!" He shouted at Sam. Sam was too used to standing up for herself against her parents so she barely blinked as he yelled.

Sam gazed directly into his eyes and acted as normal as possible as she replied. "Me and Tucker decided to pay him $5 each if he could climb to the top of the bookshelf and reach the roof. My flying was slightly more under control now, so I was still flying but I was more hovering on the spot. I was still dangling from the top shelf of the bookstand but more comfortably. It wasn't like I was hanging from a pull up bar or anything.

Jeremy Manson seemed to accept the answer, and he was obviously in one of his better moods. He nodded to Sam and shouted out for me to get down. I clambered down easily as he told Sam that he and Pamela were going to be going out for the night to a party.

Sam who barely seemed to care to me, put on a smile and said "Ok Dad."

He left the room without any other acidents from moi and when he did I turned to Sam and Tucker with my hand extended. "Pay up then. I made it to the top." I said with a grin.

Since they had basically said they would, the pair reluctantly reached into their pockets and got out $5. They reached foward to put the notes into my palm when they both burst out laughing.

"What?" I said confused. I didn't see what could be so funny about them giving me money. Wait, was my fly down or something? Did I have food on my face?

"How do you expect us to give you the money when you don't have a hand?" Sam said with a grin plastered to her face. She was right, my hand had vanished again. Closing my eyes and focusing, I managed to turn it visible again after like half a minute.

Being such good people they were, they placed the money in my now normal hand still smiling.

Sorry for it being short, like I said I am busy. So yeah :)