"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!?" I smiled.
"Tucker, it's time for a change." I held up my bun and smiled some more.
We found our table empty, as usual. Danny and Tucker both were staring at the perfectly good food on Danny's spoon. "Don't you think this is a little extreme, Sam?" I smiled again. I seemed to be doing a lot of that today. A hand gently landed on my shoulder. I looked up to see Mr. Lancer.
"Ah, Miss Manson. The school board wanted me to personally thank you for ushering in this welcome experiment to our cafeteria." Tucker opened his eyes widely.
"MEAT.NEAR." Tucker got up and started sniffing the teacher, who probably smelled of sweat and aftershave. If Tucker would just admit that he was part dog already... Sorry. You had to be there.
Mr. Lancer backed away. "No,no. The rumors about the new all-steak buffet in the teacher's lounge," He used a toothpick, "are completely untrue. Thanks again!" He started walking away. Tucker was not happy.
"Yeah, thanks again for making us eat garbage, Sam." His glare intensified.
"It's not garbage! I'ts recyclable organic matter." I stated matter-of-factly and held up my bun. What part of reduce, re-use, recycle didn't they get?
"It's garbage!" Tucker and Danny asserted. That hurt. I didn't give a hoot as to what Tucker thought, but Danny glared, too. I didn't know meat was this important for guys.
Still holding his untouched spoonful, we could see Danny's breath. "Uh, guys? I've got a problem." He'd barely finished his sentence when a handful of delicious recyclo-vegetarian lunch hit the back of his head.
"FEEEENTOOON!" It was Dash. I seriously didn't understand what his problem was with Danny. I mean, did something happen between those two or was Dash a stereotypical jock picking on the unpopular kid? Danny turned his dirty head to face his opponent.
"Make that two problems." Dash walked over to our table with his plate.
"I ordered three mudpies. Do you know what they gave me? Three! mud! pies!" He pointed at his plate angrily."With MUD! FROM THE GROUND! All because of your GIRLFRIEND!" Excuse me?
"She's not my girlfriend!"
"I'm not his girlfriend!" I shot rather quickly. I could only gape as Dash lifted Danny off the ground by his shirt. I wish we didn't have to hide Danny's secret. He could completely cream this guy!
"These are the best years of my life! After high school, it's all downhill for me! How am I supposed to enjoy my glory days eating MUD?" He was right about the downhill part, but wrong about the mud.
"Actually, it's topsoil." He totally didn't care.
"WHATEVER!" He effortlessly threw Danny into our table. I flinched. That looked like it really hurt. Danny hit his head, but I don't think it was very hard.
Dash slid his plate in front of Danny. "Eat it. All of it." Danny grimaced before closing his eyes and slowly lifting the spoon to his mouth. For one, IT WAS JUST FOOD! for two, how could he just sit there and take it like that? His ghost sense went off again which caused him to open his eyes. He followed something with his eyes, but when I turned to look, it was gone. Danny seems to ponder something.
"Ah...Uh...GARBAGE FIGHT!" He
"IT'S NOT GARBAGE, IT'S-" Danny grabbed my shirt. He pulled me underneath the table with Tucker. He gave me a look that said 'Stay down and follow me'. We crawled out from beneath the table and between random teens that were wasting precious topsoil. Dash spotted us and pointed."You're gonna pay for this, FENTON!" he raged before getting more topsoil to the face.
"Oh, great. I'm still his favourite."
We made our way to the kitchen, where I assumed he must have seen the ghost. The boys went in first. I wasn't inside yet when Tucker started talking.
"Heh. Shouldn't be so bad. She looks a little like my grandmother."
"Shouldn't she be haunting a bingo hall?" I closed the door behind me. I couldn't understand why those two always made these kind of jokes. It would be more convenient for them not to piss off the ghosts. I must have grabbed her attention, because she put down the bowl of salad and turned around to face us.
"Hello, children." She floated toward us, intention unknown. "Can you help me? Today's lunch is meatloaf, but I don't see the meatloaf. Did someone change the menu?" Tucker didn't even pause.
"Yeah. She did." He said with his thumb over his shoulder. AT ME. Suddenly, the calm, elderly face of the ghost warped into a fierce, flaming monster.
"YOU CHANGED THE MENU?!?!" Great. Fan-FREAKING-tastic. AAAGH!! I was gonna KILL that kid! TO RE-ITERATE.. LET'S NOT PISS OFF THE GHOST! "THE MENU HAS BEEN THE SAME FOR FIFTY YEARS!" The flames intensify as she yells. Danny is scared, but holds his ground. Kudos to him.
"GET BEHIND ME!" Tucker and I both immediately slunk to our usual positions.
"Wow. I feel safe."Yeah, This happened a lot. But they were usually smaller ghosts... This one was scary, stuff swirling past me. Mostly because she probably wanted me dead or something...over meatloaf. I was usually a fan of the dark and scary. Maybe I should stay away from this kid. But, TUCKER probably would have ratted me out anyway. It was better to know where he lives and what his weaknesses were...
"I'M GOIN' GHOST!" He stretched his fists to the sky. The two rings of light appeared at his middle and moved toward his feet and hands. His baggy clothing changed into a slick (,not to mention tight) , black jumpsuit with white gloves and boots. Though I was glad that I removed the sticker of his father's face, the chest looked...boring. But he did look good in white hair. I'll admit I felt a little safer. By a bit. He bent down on one knee and wound up. After a microsecond, he took off like a track runner...except flying. He floated to the ghost, determined. It was all about presentation. Danny looked like he got that part of ghost-fighting down."I...command you to..."His expression broke, but he put it back on and pointed."Go away!" Then his expression changed to pleading. Maybe he hadn't mastered presentation. I wonder... if he bleached his hair, would his ghost hair be black?
The lunch lady shot a beam at some dirty dishes. The dishes started to fly on their own. Danny was in their path, and he closed his eyes tightly and concentrated. It became slightly harder to see him because he became translucent. The dishes passed right through him harmlessly. He solidified and looked around, as if to make sure he actually did phase. He smiled his awesome smile. After watching Danny, I heard things whizzing toward me. I looked and saw about 800 dirty dishes flying toward me. I felt so useless sometimes. I was just in the way, another person for Danny to constantly worry about while fighting. I am jelly om his ghost-ness. I braced myself for impact when Danny swooped in and caught all of the dishes in perfect stacks. The Lunch lady zapped more dishes to fly towards Tucker. Danny managed to get over there with the giant stacks and catch the rest of the plates on top of them. He even had some in his mouth. Tucker gave an impressed smile as Danny flew back to the counter and set down all of the dishes in two seconds flat. I don't know how he did it. Maybe awesomeness was a ghost power.
He pulled the dishes out of his mouth and stared at them. "Well, if this superhero thing doesn't work out I could always have an exciting career as a busboy." The three ovens behind Danny started banging themselves against the floor. The enraged ghost stood beside them.
"I control lunch. Lunch is sacred! LUNCH HAS RULES!" She stopped flaming and turned back into a sweet old lady. She held up a plateful of cake. "Anybody want cake?" Me and Tucker nodded gingerly. She became angry again and dropped it on the ground. "TOO BAD! Children who change my menu do not get dessert!" She moved up through the ceiling as the ovens started spewing flames. Me and Tucker dodged the first blast. Danny dodged the second, his ghostly tail narrowly missing it. I'm sure if that got hurt badly his normal legs would get hurt, too. The stoves that were now flying toward us now had sharp teeth and angry eyes. I closed my eyes and flinched. How I would hate lying in a hospital bed next to Tucker. He's one of my only friends, but this was his fault.
A hand clamped down on my shoulder. I looked up to see that Danny was trying to turn me and Tucker intangible. It felt...tingly. The tingle increased as I was pulled through a wall. We landed hard in the hallway and tumbled. Judging from the loud BANG it's safe to say that the ovens had hit the wall. I stood up. Nothing broken.
"Hey! It worked!" Danny looked at his hands. WAIT. He tried that and didn't know what side-effects it could have?
"This is the thanks I get for thinking like an individual?" I threw up my arms. The hallway started to vibrate and the lights spewed electricity before burning out the fuses. Random lockers flew open and books and paper started to fly out. They traveled toward the Lunch lady, who was floating in the hallway with a solemn look. The school supplies swirled behind her. Tucker shot up and sniffed the air. It was odd how he didn't get hit by anything. Suddenly, platefuls of meat flew by.
"Steak! Ribeye! Porthouse! Medium-rare!" The meat proceeded to coat the ghost until she was a meat-monster with glowing green eyes. They looked great on Danny, but on the meat-monster, they were terrifying. I hope Lady Gaga doesn't ever get green contacts. "But, where did it come from?" He turned his head toward the teacher's lounge."LANCER!" A flying science test adhered to Tucker's face.
The meat-thing moved toward us, pointing. "PREPARE TO LEARN WHY MEAT IS THE MOST POWERFUL OF THE FIVE FOOD GROUPS!" She became nice again and held up a cookie."Cookie?" Since I nodded last time and she freaked out, I shook my head no. Also, I didn't want a cookie covered in meat juices. She looked surprised for a second. "Then...PERISH!" Danny smoothly slid in front of me.
" For...get it! The only thing here with an expiration date is YOU!" He pointed bravely at the ghost. I was surprised that he had finally found his confidence. I was getting less and less scared of the ghost. It was just disgusting animal parts. Danny made a fist at the ghost, Then one ring of light originated there and traveled all the way down to his feet. "Whoops! I... didn't mean to do that." He looked at me apologetically. The ghost brought back its arm, then quickly grabbed Danny like a ragdoll and sent him flying toward Tucker. They were quickly covered in a blanket of loose leaf. The ghost lunged for me. I was scared again. It grabbed me with its disgusting, slimy, dead, processed hands and flew off.I felt like I was drowning in a river of my worst nightmare. I hoped that I wouldn't have Jazz as my therapist for the next ten years. So much meat... I was coated in meat. These leggings were officially ruined. They were my favourite ones, too. I couldn't breathe, couldn't scream. The smell was terrible.
I wasn't even sure where I was, but the meat had stopped moving. I struggled until my head was poking out of the giant pile. The lunch lady was no longer coated in meat. I saw towers of boxes of meat, and guessed I was in the school storage room. She was holding a chicken leg in her hand. "Good! I thought you had fallen asleep. Are you enjoying the meat?"
"No." I continued struggling.
"Why not? Protein is important for children." I was surprised that she hadn't eaten me or something by now. Her temper was the worst. Not that I even needed to say that.
"Meat is gross and usually processed and can carry all sorts of diseases. I get my protein from tofu." The lunch lady cackled loudly.
"My dear child. Meat is good for kids! It helps them grow and makes them smile. Why won't you eat it?" She shoved her chicken leg closer to my face. I was really starting to get irritated with her.
"We don't need meat. That's fact." She got angry, which I knew was going to happen eventually.
"I'll have you free in no time, Sam!"
"You have gotta be kidding me." This was going to take forever.
"Don't you see? This is why you need meat! You're skin and bones!" I looked back to see that the ghost had caught Danny's flying kick, and she threw him towards a wall. He turned intangible just in time to land halfway through the wall. I turned back to Tucker because I couldn't tun my head far enough to see what was happening anyway. Tucker was about to take a bite when boxes of meat ripped open and the meat started to fly toward the ghost. The small piece on his fork floated away and he bit the empty prongs. The pile started floating away as well. I was overjoyed, but still smelled of cheap ribs. The meat -ghost was now huge! Her arm stretched out toward Danny and grabbed him.Tucker stared in awe.
"Help's on the way, Danny!" He puffed out his chest and brandished his utensils. Danny screamed as he was thrown through (thankfully for his powers) the wall. The meat monster turned to look down on us and roared. Now I know how the Ghostbusters felt about Mr. Stay-puft. "Run?" Tucker looked at me, wide-eyed as my hair was blown every which-way.
"Run." We ran as fast as we could, screaming, meat projectiles flying overtop of us. A big pile landed and blocked the only exit. Suddenly, I was grabbed by the waist from behind and phased through a wall. Thank you, Danny.
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