9 Lost it

I flipped the mattress off of my bed. "Where is it?" I asked myself. Rushing over to the other side, I pulled out all of the drawers in my desk and dumped them out. "Where is it?" I asked again slightly louder. A knock came at the door.

"Danny? Are you alright?" Oh no, it was Maddie...or did I still call her mom?

"I'm fine I just lost something," I answered, praying she would just go away.

"Do you need help finding it?" she asked, trying to open the door. Silently I thanked my new habit of locking my door.

"No. It's fine. You go make breakfast. I'll get Jazz if I need to."

"…okay sweetie." I stood frozen until Mom's feet faded away.

Rushing over, I flipped my mattress off the bed. "Where is it?" I muttered to myself frazzled. Rushing over to the other side I pulled out all of the drawers in my desk and dumped them out. "Where is it?" I asked again. Turning, I began throwing books off of my shelf: "Where is it?!" I exclaimed slightly louder.

The sound of my door opening stopped me. I looked over in terror, cursing myself for not locking my damn door- oh, it was just Jazz. "What's going on here?" my older sister asked as she surveyed the destruction that was now my room.

"I can't find it," I whispered, my eyes sweeping over the wreckage.

"What?"

"My journal," I admitted, voice broken

"What?!" Jazz asked worriedly. "Where did you last see it?"

I closed my eyes trying for the life of me to remember. "Everywhere!"

"…Right, bad question," Jazz admitted looking at the mess of the room. "Where do you usually keep it?"

"…Everywhere."

We searched, but could not find the book of my life.

"I'm sorry Danny but you need to get to school."

"I can't go to school without my journal, Jazz!"

"You can't skip, Danny," Jazz said harshly. "The second you do, your teachers will call Mom and Dad, and they will go driving all over the place like last time."

My shoulders slumped. The one thing worse than school, was my parents. I could not deal with them, not today.

Jazz's hand squeezed my shoulder."It's Thursday. You've made it this far, you can get through two more days. Tucker and Sam will be with you; you'll be fine."

Famous last words.

Tucker was sick today. I can't really blame him for getting sick. But of all the rotten times to come down with something, why did it have to be the day I lost the one thing keeping me from going batty. And because of my search, we were late, so Sam and I had to split up to get the stuff from our lockers.

Okay, just breathe, Danny. You can do this. Your locker is just down the hall from Sam's; all you have to do is go to it, get your stuff and come back. Simple. Trying to keep my posture casual, I maneuver through the hall. I don't remember ever seeing that girl before. Was she new? Should I stop and introduce myself? No, just get to your locker. Being rude doesn't matter right now.

My eyes fell on a familiar locker. Fiddling with the nob, I put in the combination and popped it open. I had already gotten two books out when I heard a voice behind me.

"Hey Fenton!" I turn to see Dash coming toward me. Oh shit, it was happening again. I could remember six different things right now, six different Dashes; which one was real? Which one actually happened? "What are you doing in my locker?"

His locker? I look again. Oh. He's right that was definitely not my locker. How did I know his combination?

A hand slammed the door shut and Dash got all up in my face. "Where did you get my combination from, Freak?"

The, oh so familiar scent of Dash's axe spray filled my senses and I relaxed like I always did when my airhead of a boyfriend was near. Closing the distance between us, I kissed Dash Baxter dead on the lips making sure he saw stars. Once my boyfriend was thoroughly speechless, I pulled away.

The star quarterback of Casper High was flush red, frozen in place. That was usually the expression I get from him. I smirked, pushing Dash's books into his chest making sure to give him a sly look. He automatically reached up to take them.

"Make love not war sweetheart." The words fell from my lips sweet as honey. That would teach him who the real King of Casper was. How dare the jock try to up my authority. Turning I spotted Sam gaping in the crowd. Said crowd parted for me like always. Sam wordlessly stepped into place beside me as I swaggered down the hall without a care in the world.

"Danny what was that?" came Sam's voice, she sounded shaken

"What was what?" I asked moving my sucker to the side of my mouth and looked at my long-time friend.

Sam blinked. "Where did you get that sucker?" she shook here head. "Never mind that, what was that thing with Dash?"

I blinked. "What about Dash?"

"Danny, you kissed him."

I choked on my ever-present sucker and shot Sam a disbelieving look. I opened my mouth to deny it. Then it came back...all of it. I paled.

Seeing that I remembered, Sam asked again.

I swallowed thickly, "I got confused. A memory popped in my head as he was leaning close to me and another when I saw him blushing like that… oh god I am so dead."

"What in the world could have made you so confused that you kissed your bully Dash Baxter on the lips?" asked Sam in a hushed whisper.

"I thought we were dating."

"Huh?" I caught Sam's disgusted look.

Not wanting to dwell on the idea that in the fake memory I enjoyed dating the jerk of a jock, I powered on. "Then when I saw him all humiliated and flustered I thought I was, like, the top of the food chain and he was trying to take my title." He was always doing that. Always assuming that because he was the head of the football team and my parents were 'crazy' he should be head of Casper instead of me.

But I wasn't head of Casper. I didn't even want to be. All I cared about was catching ghosts and hanging out with my friends. No wait, what was I thinking? I had a lot more to be worried about! I grasped my head in my hands and growled, "What is wrong with me?"

"Okay, Danny, just calm down." came Sam's voice. "It's going to be okay. You just need to make it through the day."

I let my hands fall. "What is happening to me Sam?"

She was silent for a long time. "I don't know, Danny. I really don't know."

Tucker got back from his dentist appointment and joined us half way through the day. Sam managed to fill him in on what happened and why everyone was staring, pointing, and whispering at me. Tucker freaked out so bad we were late for English, which I didn't mind. English class was torture for my ADHD. For the life of me, I could not sit still and Mr. Lancer's monotone voice was not helping.

I entertained myself by staring out the window at the squirrels running up and down the tree outside. Then I realized there was no tree or squirrels and I had been watching literally nothing for who-knows-how-long. Glancing around the room I caught several people trying to figure out what I had been looking at. I collapsed on my desk, shaking with uncontrollable laughter at their expressions. It was too much; my nerves were shot. I was at the end of my rope, I just knew it.

After class Mr. lancer called the three of us to his desk. At this point in time I decided it was in my best interest to say NOTHING!

"Nothing." I said softly to myself and chuckled quietly. I was sure one or both of my friends threw me a concerned glance, but my head was down so I couldn't see. I was teetering were drama and comedy collided. I was so close to just… letting go of my handholds on the cliff of life and letting the river of insanity just…take me away. It was actually kind of scary how I almost didn't care.

"What is going on with Mr. Fenton." Mr. Lancer asked. His voice layered with deep concern.

"…It's okay Mr. Lancer." came Tucker. Was Tucker even his name? It was a weird name. Why did I never question his name? "Danny's just going through something right now." They must have given up on the lying game. Something is obviously up with me.

I looked to see what exactly was up. What was that pencil doing stuck in the ceiling tile?

"I understand that Mr. Foley." Mr. Lancers voice was strained, "But I am worried Danny may not be getting the help he needs to deal with whatever this is." I giggled. What kind of help would he suggest? I was a on the verge of insanity and gaining great power. Psh, yeah it sure was 'Great' (sarcasm implied).

"… I know it doesn't look like it Mr. Lancer-" ahh, Sam. A girl named Sam. 'Sam' would forever be a girls name to me now. Sam. "But we have this under control and we have a plan for when we don't."

"Yeah." Was Tucker just a nickname? And if so what was it short for? "We just need to make it through the day. Then we will be bring him to someone who can help."

"He will be back to his old self in a week or so, we promise." Sam.

Mr. Lancer was quiet. I was still staring at the pencil in the ceiling. I wasn't sure why, but the pencil was there so I looked at it.

"…If you are sure." Our teacher said hesitantly. "Just… be safe you three, alright?" Mr. Lancer was so cool. He should have a raise.

Mr. lancer's computer binged that he had an email.

"We will, Mr. Lancer." Came Tucker's soft voice. Tuckbert? Tuckter? Tuckerton? Tucken? Ralph? Oh god, I need help.

With that, we moved to the door as Mr. Lancer checked his new email.

"What the-?"

"Everything okay, Mr. Lancer?" asked Sam

Said teacher looked slightly baffled. "Yes, it's fine, I just-" he met our eyes. "It seems I was given a raise."

…oh boy now I really needed help.

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I don't think the kiss needs a warning. But then again I am not sensitive to that kind of thing. There won't be more 'romance' (I think, if so then nothing as obvious as this). That is not what this story is about.

I don't own 'Danny Phantom'