EPISODE FIVE "Splitting Images" pt.1

 I had three whole boxes of posters and buttons that my grandmother helped me with and the latest technology in robotic frogs. I love my grandma because she supports me, unlike my parents.  She also dropped them off at school for me. They were heavy, so I got Danny and Tucker to help me carry them. "So, why exactly are we breaking our backs here, Sam?" I got a better grip on my box.
"Frog's rights! We have to stop dissecting frogs in our school biology labs. And at today's assembly, I'm going to demonstrate a humane alternative." I held up my box so that the boys could see what was written on the label.
"I can't believe it's not a frog cadaver?" I put it down and opened the flaps wide enough to grab one of them. I switched it on.
"RRRRRRRRRIB! PLEASE REMOVE MY DETACHABLE THREE-CHAMBERED HEART. RRRRRRRRRRIB!" Danny's dubious expression was interrupted by his ghost-sense. The box he was holding fell to the floor and violently opened itself. Here we go again. A green mist blew a frog right onto Tuckers face. He struggled to pry it off as the mist formed...
THE BOX GHOST! Dun dun duuuuunn!
"Oh, great. Him again." Danny wasn't afraid. Annoyed, as anyone in their right mind should be.

"I AM THE BOX GHOST," He waved his hands all ... spooky-like. "AND I WILL HAVE MY CORRUGATED CARDBOARD VENGEANCE!" Danny engaged him while I struggle to get the over-sized metal frog off of Tucker's face.
I managed to peel it off, leaving simulated goo all over Tucker's face. "Aww, gross!" I hope he had decent glasses cleaner.
"You guys get to the assembly, I'll get this moron sealed up tight." We ran down the hallway, almost late. I went  over my speech once more in my head. I didn't need to worry about Danny. This ghost couldn't hurt an inanimate object if he tried.
"Tucker, when I say 'I'm about to show you', I need you to pull back the curtains."
"Whatever you say." I was just hoping that someone cared, which was hard to find in my age group. I walked up to the podium and took a deep breath.
"Fellow students, something sick and disgusting is taking place right here in our school, and I'm about to show you what it is!" Tucker remembered his cue. The big poster I had set up earlier was revealed. Everyone was laughing... and I noticed that the drama class had left all of their props and costumes in a giant pile in the middle of the stage. Wait... Danny was poking out. Dressed like little Bo Peep.
"WOO! TAKE IT OFF!" What? WHAT. "No seriously. He should take that off. That's weird." I grabbed the two manly ones and dragged them offstage. The rest of the assembly continued and we had to watch. 

After last period, Danny explained everything. "So then the scalpels fly through me and puncture my locker. He punches me through half the school, and we end up on stage. Box-brain attacks me with the stage props! Soooo scary! And that's when Tucker...asked me to strip." Danny blushed awkwardly.
"Thanks to your little dress-up parade, my 'save the frogs' presentation was a total bust!"
"And speaking of bust, did you see Danny in that bra? Puce is not your colour, pal." Danny did not look impressed. Puce...I wasn't really sure what colour that was. Maybe only old people can see it, and Tucker was secretly a 100-year old vampire. Anyway...

STRANGER DANGER! Lol

"Yeah, And now because of that idiot box ghost trashed my locker, I've been assigned a new one." Way to grammar. He checked the sheet with his new combo. "Locker...Seven-two-four." No. Way. Me and Tucker cringed, tucker pointing toward the accursed locker. It was all rusty and filthy, neglected by everyone. "Guys? What's wrong?" He didn't know about the curse. "You look like you've seen a ghost..or, something really scary that we don't see every day." Really? He didn't notice how it was so obviously dirtier than all the rest? That's always the really obvious sign saying 'haunted'.

"Hello!? Locker seven-twenty four? How do you not know the legend of locker seven-twenty four?" Danny slowly opened the locker and put his hand against the mirror inside. It was clean... unlike the rest of the locker. You'd think the dust would be caked on there after 50 years...
"What's the big deal with seven-twenty four?" Dash came up behind him and slammed the prop hat Danny was wearing earlier onto Danny's head.
"You left something behind, Fenton!" All of the football players started laughing. Danny turned around in a huff. "Let's see if it fits in your new locker...with you inside!" He shoved Danny into the small locker and slammed it shut, laughing as he walked away.
"I was gonna tell you your locker was cursed, but I think you figured that out." Tucker opened it up and Danny tumbled out. He sprang up with anger.
"I'll show ya a curse! Cover me!" Before I could register, Danny slammed me and Tucker together, and after he pulled us back apart, I couldn't feel or see him. This ought to be interesting.

 I heard Dash scream and I ran around the corner toward the noise. I saw Dash Slam his entire body into the lockers full-force and then shove his head into the janitor's nearby mop-bucket. Ouch. He reappeared in front of me and Tucker. He could've really hurt Dash. He was standing up for himself, but he could get into a lot of trouble. The boys exchanged a Hi-five.
"Danny-"
"Relax, Sam! It's about time he used that phantom advantage for some ghostly get-back!"
"Ugh." I had to get home.

I didn't see Danny until lunch the next day. I had to use my breaks wisely because English was on the opposite side of the school from my locker, and my teacher was really disliking my constant lateness. "So, apparently my parents are going to be staking out my old locker. All day. Jazz said that maybe girls will talk to me in college. If I survive that long." He slammed his head down on the table. I reached over and put my hand on Danny's back.
"I-I talk to you. And I don't let your parents weaken our, uh, friendship." Tucker gave me a smirk+eyebrow raise combo. Oh, he thought... Was I blushing? "And Tucker thinks your mom is hot! He'll always be by your side, as long as he gets to see your mom." I smirked at Tucker, who was giving me an unapproving glare.  I stuck out my tongue at him .Danny, not seeing any of this, chuckled.
"Tuck. You're sick, I'll give you that." Danny got his face off of the table, trying to suppress a smile. The popular kid table was within earshot, so we listened to them complain. They looked like hell. "And all of a sudden, this locker door flies open and nails me!" The football player punched his own fist. Paulina yelped as the brush tangled in her hair.
"AAHH! I'm gonna be brushing this stuff out of my hair for a week!" Kwan spoke up, cautiously.
"It's like..the school is haunted!" Danny smiled approvingly. I hoped that they weren't talking about him.
"Apparently, someone's been busy!" Danny held up his hands innocently.
"It wasn't me, I swear!" He got his face real close to mine, I had to lean back to avoid contact. Then, nothing. Dash dumped his tray all over Paulina. Well, the benefit was that Paulina was getting what she deserved. Danny reappeared in his seat. "Now, that,"He pointed triumphantly with his thumb. "Was me." Wow. That definetly didn't help his case.
"Danny, I don't think you should be using your powers like-" I saw Mr. Lancer enter the room. Sweet! "Lancer! I'll be right back." I ran off excitedly to get the frogs from the biology lab. I came back and overheard Tucker.
"-Stuffed into his locker so many times, it's believed his spirit still inhabits it to this very day!" Story of locker 724? I walked up to Danny, looking at Tucker.
"Sam, what are you doing?"

"N-nothing!" I placed the box on the floor underneath the table, then grabbed my arms behind my back innocently. "Certainly not trying to smuggle frogs out of the Bio lab while Lancer isn't looking! Hah, ha!" I cringed as the flying meat hit Danny right in the face.
"Hey, Guys! Whad'ya say we Meat" Dash held up and handful of burger patties,"My new locker neighbor?" Danny smeared the meat off of his face onto the floor. He growled, and I could almost feel what he was thinking.