"Ah, a-actually, Dad? I...want to be an astronaut." Huh. I guess that makes sense. He has posters of spacecraft all over his room. Mr.Fenton looked at me, smile vigilant.
"Sorry, Mr.Fenton. I was into ghosts, but they're so mainstream now. They're like cell phones." I mean, people have become slaves to their phones. How come they can't even hold a regular conversation without texting? Smile slightly less vigilant, he turned to Tucker.
"Waste these looks and all this charisma hunting ghosts? Criminal." What was Tucker talking about? That would have to be the biggest lie since...ever! Mr.Fenton barely blinked. He obviously wasn't listening.
"Well, if you do want to hunt ghosts," He said as he turned to the table behind him,"There are a few things you'll need to learn." He started digging through beakers and such."Oh-no. This isn't good." It was a light whisper that came from Danny. I could see his breath. I knew what this meant. The Fenton (ecto, probably) Portal's doors slid open and two ... octopus things came out. Like everything ghostly, they were green and had bushy eyebrows. Why the octo-things even had eyebrows was a question.
They were coming toward us, and, by chance, me and tucker were grabbed around the mouth and lifted (ouch). It seems we were always the targets. Danny had never once been targeted by a ghost in the past month.
"True, I've never seen a ghost, but when I do i'll be prepared blah blah blah." I'd heard stories but i never suspected he was this oblivious. "And so will you. Whether you want to be or not."Danny changed swiftly. I didn't really care what Danny's dad was doing because this thing felt weird. I just wanted them gone. I closed my eyes. I heard various fighting noises and was jostled around. "It all starts with your equipment." I was put back into my seat and opened my eyes. Mr. Fenton held out a metal cylinder that looked like they welded various metal together. "Sam, Tucker, this is the Fenton Thermos." He hands the hunk to me, then turns back to his lab table. "It's supposed to trap ghosts," I heard Danny bludgeon a ghost in the background. "-but since it doesn't work yet it's just a thermos, a thermos with the word "Fenton" in front of it!" It was a sorry excuse for a thermos. I watched as Danny chased a ghost back into the Fenton portal. With a flash of light, he changed back to his plain old self. He rushed over to where we were sitting.
His father pointed toward the now-closed doors of the portal. "And that? That is the fenton portal. It releases ghosts into our world whether I want it to or not. And someday, I'll figure out how that works too. Now, who want's to hunt some ghosts?" As if i would still want to. Me and Tucker were still a little shaken. Danny was panting as if he had never breathed before. He was using Tucker's chair for support. Those two were the most out of shape teenagers I'd ever met. Mind you, I usually don't stick around people long enough to figure out how lazy they were. I was never a people-pleaser. "You kids, look at cha! You're too excited to speak! So, I'll just go on speaking. I was born many years ago blaaaaaah blah blaaaah." This guy liked the sound of his own voice. He said something about a pony. I seriously didn't care. He kept talking, and eventually we just snuck out (without him noticing) and went home. I had more important things to do.
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I met up with Danny at school the next day. He was complaining about the 'Fenton Finder'. Danny crossed his arms and spoke in a mock tone. "That's not all you need, Danny. You need guidance! Come, you abused, unwanted wretch." Me and Tucker laughed. Sometimes his family could be such a pain. " Because that made me feel any better. Seriously. She needs a hobby. Or a boyfriend. But about my parents..." We started climbing the staircase that led to our lockers. The bell rang. "I think I should tell them." I stopped smiling.
"Why? Parents don't listen. Even worse, they don't understand! WHY CAN'T THEY ACCEPT ME FOR WHO I AM?!?" I stopped walking. They both exchanged odd looks. Maybe that was too... dramatic. But it was true! You should have seen what they wanted me to wear this morning...
"Sam, I-I'm talking about my powers, my problems?" Silly me. I was just speaking my mind.
"Oh. Right! Me...too."
"It's been a month since the accident and I still have barely any control! If someone catches me-" Tucker and I watched as he sank through the floor."-I go from 'geek' to 'freak' around here!"
"Kinda like what you're doing right now?" Tucker raised an eyebrow at the top half of Danny.I was sympathetic. I knew sympathy didn't really mean much, but it's really the only way I can help. Danny started freaking out, so Tucker and I dragged him out of the floor. When his legs condensed again, he looked frustrated.
"AGH! Darnit! If my dad can invent something that accidentally made me half ghost," He continued up the stairs."-Why can't he make something that turns me back to normal?" Head down, Danny walked straight through a vending machine. I ran up to him and stepped in his way. He looked miserable. Frankly, it upset me to see him like this.
"Danny, your powers make you unique. Unique is good! That's why I'm an ultra-recyclo-vegetarian." Tucker caught up.
"Which means, what?" Do these guys pay attention to anything?
"She doesn't eat anything with a face on it." I guess Danny does.
"Ah, who cares about that stuff? Danny," He holds up two fingers. "Two words. Meat. Connoisseur." Tucker sniffs the air around Danny. "Last night, you had Sloppy Joes."
"Impressive." Danny said with a smile.
"Meat heightens the senses, and my all-meat streak is fourteen years strong." Ugh. I can't even imagine that level of constipation.
"And it's about to end. The cafeteria finally agreed to try a new cafeteria menu. I wore them down." I couldn't wait for lunch today. Less fat, more fiber. Tucker's face turned sour.
"WAIT. What did you do?!"
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