"Easy, Danny. Take it easy." I could feel him relax as he sighed.
"You're right, Sam." Damn straight! "I-" He was pelted with sandwich toppings. He was really scary when he was angry. I'd have to take note of that. The jocks walked out, laughing.
"Enjoy your sandwich, neighbor!" Danny sprang up from his seat and removed the bun from his head.
"THAT'S IT!" If he was any angrier, his eyes would be flaming. Tucker smirked.
"Hmm. I wonder how Dash would feel if he had a frog in his throat." No! Don't encourage him! He was the good guy!
"Or twelve!" He looked at the box of frogs. "In his pants!"
"Oh, no!" I picked up the box and held it away from Danny protectively. "You're not gonna exploit innocent amphibians for some juvenile revenge scheme!" He stared blankly at me. I stared back. His eyes flashed green as he smiled evilly. My box had become intangible, as well as the frogs inside. It passed through my hands, even as I lunged for it. Damn! It and Danny became invisible. Me and Tucker ran after him, for much different purposes.
Dash ran by with his underwear over his head. Tucker giggled. "It's not funny! If anything happens to Danny, I blame you!"
"What? Why?" He looked so confused. As if he thought he was always innocent. He probably did.
"Because, you encouraged him."
"Psh. Whatever." Lockers started to fly open and teens ran screaming through the hallways.
"This counts."
"Hah, ha, No. It doesn't. It's a ghost!" That's okay. I could blame him later. I found an empty box with frogs surrounding it. Frogs came first, because they had a chance of dying. I started putting the frogs back in the box.
"There you go, little fellas!"
"Put an egg in your shoe and beat it, Bully!" What? I looked over and saw a greyscale translucent fifties kid. Was he talking to me? He was a ghost... So Danny was around here somewhere. I had no Idea where Tucker was. "I'm Sydney Poindexter! Wherever there is a single nerd in need," He pointed to Tucker behind him, which was a pretty accurate representation, "I shall be there!"
"Hey. Who you callin' a nerd?"
Sydney looked behind me with urgency, then struggled. He stuck out his tongue and became intangible. Danny came whizzing through him and grabbed Tucker instead. Danny crashed face-first into a locker, and Tucker was probably winded. Sydney became tangible again, seemingly triumphant. "That's the guy who used to have your locker! In your face, Mr.Skeptic!" Tucker pointed at Danny."In his face?" Sydney pulled out an old ball-point. "Swell idea!" He shot ink in Danny's face and laughed a shrill, nerd laugh. Danny flying-tackled him through the floor. They were probably in the boiler room, but Danny could hold his own. I didn't worry about him, and instead set out to find the remaining frogs.
I had found the rest of them when The Fentons came running up to us, followed by Mr. Lancer. Oh, brother. "Is it true? Did you kids just witness a ghost attack?"
"Fear not, Young ones!" Mr. Fenton raised his armored fists. "These gloves are made for grabbin!" Danny floated up through the floor behind his parents. What was he thinking? Tucker ran up in front of him as he became tangible.
"Uh, no ghost here, Mr. and Mrs. F!" Mr. Lancer looked over at me. Oh crap! I was still holding the box!
"Only a girl who created a diversion for her own needs." Not mine, the frogs'! Oh. Covering!
"R-right, Right! No ghost here!" The adults ran down the hallway. Huh,I thought I would've gotten detention because of the frogs.
"Watch it, Danny! Your parents almost caught your intangible act!"
"Oh. Right." What had gotten into him? His voice was weird.
"Are you okay? I think you might have a concussion."
"Naw, I feel the spiffiest I've felt in decades!" Okay... This must've been Danny's attempt at practical joking. Or puberty. To be honest, he could use a little of that.
"Tuck, could you grab those frogs?" He scowled and picked up the box. We started walking back to our lockers to get ready for the next class. "Woohoo! Spiff diddly-dee man! So this is what it's like to have friends!"
"You sure you're alright Danny?" He didn't answer, just kept smiling.
"Danny?"
"Oh. Me? Uhh, Right. I'm Right like pipe, mike!" I wasn't even sure if that was supposed to be English.
"Why does your voice sound so weird?"
"Uhh... Puberty?" His voice cracked three times during that word. His puberty was going to be really annoying."What happened to Poindexter?"
"Oh, that square? He flew the coop, Permanent-like!" That sentence combined with those hand gestures was completely foreign. I don't think I've ever seen anyone else do that. Me and Tucker stopped in confusion as 'Danny' forged ahead.
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