Has it really been that long since my last update? I am so sorry, I have had major writers block on all of my stories, I have even decided to discontinue one of them (Misguided Ghost), though I will promise to become more active from now on. I hope to make this become as interesting as I can, even at Danny's expense :3 *que evil laugh*

Onto the story!

Wednesday (Part 2)

3 days since accident

Things never are very easy for me are they? For starters, after the little incident at Sam's house that almost turned quite ugly, I went home where things became even more ugly. My parents were finally beginning to do things right, so they managed to make this really annoying beeping device thing that detects ghosts. They probably called it 'The Fenton Ghost Detector' or something really stupid like that.

Anyway the second I walked through the door, the piece of junk went balistic. Mum had to throw it at the wall and break it, thats how annoying it was!

Thankfully for me, neither of them were overly bothered by it, they pegged it on being faulty after my false suggestion.

After it happened, I silently went to sleep. All this powers stuff is tiring.

Thursday

4 days since the accident

Even with the long sleep I had managed to get last night (In between the occasional roof hitting, and cold feeling of being intangable that I was getting used to), I was still dog tired and dragging my feet by the time school rolled around.

As I tried to pay as much attention as I could in English, I felt my eyes begin to flutter closed. I didn't even try fighting it, it wasn't like sleeping in class was unfamiliar to me. I didn't even think of the consequences.

I don't know how long I was asleep for, but it had to have been at least 20 minutes. Sam kept kicking me under the desk, while Tucker was constantly poking me, trying to wake me but losing.

The only thing that woke me up was when I had the familiar tingling across my face as it passed through the desk. I just chilled like that for a few minutes or so before Lancer realised I was so far buried into the text we were reading, that my head was literally passing through it.

At the time of course, ghosts were a thing of myth. Heck, I barely believed in them myself. And I was thankful for the fact that no one was too suspicious.

"Gulliver's Travels, Mr Fenton! Detention for falling asleep in class." His voice boomed across the room, making me wake up in a jolt.

Class resumed as normal, and the whole day managed to go by without another incident. I thought I was getting more control over my powers until I was sitting in my final class, again sleeping, when the blue mist formed in my core and shot out of my mouth.

I looked over to Tucker, who was staring at me with a weird look in his eyes. Sam didn't share this class with us, so she wasn't there.

"Go." Was the only word Tucker spoke, and he spoke it so quietly I really had to focus to hear him.

With a nod, I raised my hand to notify the teacher of a bathroom break.

Mr Lind gave his permission and I raced out of the room as fast as my legs would carry me, which was pretty fast considering the ghost powers.

There was a blob of greenness sliding its way down the hall like a slug.

Sighing, I walked over to it and went to pick it up.

The slimey texture of it's skin made it slide out of my hands easily, and it fell back to the floor as it growled up at me.

I wrapped my arms around it again, and managed to keep it still, though it did feel pretty gross against my chest.

As quick and silently as possible I ran into the boys bathrooms and dumped it into the toilet.

Hey, in my defense, it was a ghost. Ghosts are already dead, so it didn't matter. I pressed the flusher and watched as it floated away.

"Say hi to all those goldfish down there for me." I said as it swirled down the toilet, and through the plumbing.

Thanks for reading guys, I hope it is long enough :).