Danny’s morning at school was a blur of nerves and routine. He shoved his hands in his pockets, doing his best to ignore the way they still faintly glowed pink when he got anxious. His main goal? Survive homeroom without phasing through the floor or making a scene. So far, so good.

He found his locker, crammed it with textbooks, and met up with Sam and Tucker near the end of the hall. They traded tired jokes, mostly Tucker mocking the cafeteria’s new “healthy” menu and Sam glaring at him.

By the time lunch rolled around, Danny was starving. He grabbed a tray and eyed the so-called “food,” wrinkling his nose at what looked suspiciously like recycled lawn clippings. He took a seat with Sam and Tucker at their usual table.

Tucker poked one, making a face. [color=red]“Sam, remind me why you convinced the school to serve… recycled grass cubes?”[/color]

Sam rolled his eyes. [color=darkviolet]“It’s called being environmentally conscious. They have protein, fiber, and half the carbon footprint of whatever mystery meat they were serving here before. Animals also don’t have to get slaughtered for it.”[/color]

Tucker muttered, [color=red]“Yeah, well, they also taste like a lawnmower. Next time, let’s be less conscious.”[/color]

Danny barely had time to interject. He heard the familiar yell of [color=#8B0000]"FENTON!!!"[/color] followed by a mud pie landing on his face. By the time he wiped it off, he was grabbed by his shirt collar and pinned against wall. Of course it was Dash. His least favorite person. He would almost be hot if he wasn’t a complete jerk, and terrifying.

[color=#8B0000]“Your boyfriend ruined lunch for the whole school!”[/color]

Danny’s mouth opened and closed. [color=pink]“I-he’s not-”[/color]

Sam, deadpan and unfazed, kicked his boots up onto the bench. [color=darkviolet]“Sorry, Dash. I didn’t realize reading was such a struggle. The memo said plant-based. Want me to sound it out for you?”[/color]

Tucker nearly choked, stifling a laugh.

Dash flushed, but before he could retort, Paulina sauntered over. [color=violet]“Seriously, Dash? Still blaming Danny for everything? You ever think about reading a sign before throwing food?”[/color]

Dash hesitated, caught off-guard by Paulina’s presence. [color=#8B0000]“Ugh, whatever. The grass cubes suck.”[/color]

Paulina folded her arms. [color=violet]“Then go talk to the principal. Or are you scared she’ll make you eat vegetables and apologize?”[/color]

Sam muttered, just loud enough for Danny to hear, [color=darkviolet]“Can’t believe we need a cheerleader to keep the jocks in check.”[/color]

Danny shot Sam a look.

Dash glared at everyone involved, but let Danny go, and took off sulking.

Danny straightened his shirt. [color=pink]“Thank you so much Paulina.”[/color]

Paulina grinned. [color=violet]“Don’t mention it. Ooh, but do me a favor, when you see Dom, tell her I’ll talk to her later.”[/color] She turned and strutted  back to her table.

[color=darkviolet]“Don’t mention it.”[/color] Sam mocked as Paulina walked away. [color=darkviolet]“Ugh, I don’t understand how Dom can be friends with her. Her type are all the same.”[/color]

Danny sighed. [color=pink]“Sam, Paulina isn’t bad…”[/color]

[color=darkviolet]“They’re like Vampires. They turn their humanity on and off depending on who’s watching. I don’t trust it.”[/color]

Before Danny could respond to that, an icy breath escaped his mouth, ghost sense. Of course. [color=pink]“We’ll talk about this later. I gotta go, cover for me.”[/color] He took off away from the cafeteria, and as soon as he was out of sight, he transformed into his ghost form.


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