Phantom Chara

Chapter 1

It was the kind of day that you knew something was going to change. As soon as his pale blue eyes opened from his slumber, they were met with the sight of angry and annoyed parents and his ears were met with sound of being chasited for failing yet another test. His colder than normal skin came in contact with the flesh of his mother's gloved hand and then a horrible stinging began to spread from his cheek. His eyes were then met with the sight of stuck up, rich parents leaving his rather messy room, and his skin was met with the fabric of his school uniform. He slipped on his black trousers, his white oxford, tied the red tie around his slim neck, put on his black, red-lined blazer, grabbed his backpack and left his room.

He didn't bother to nourish himself with the expensive foods his parents bought, and left his large house without a word. His dull blue eyes looked up to the bleak sky, which came with the unwanted threat of rain. As he walked, his hands in his pockets and his head, which was covered with thick, rich, ebony hair, bowed, the soft drip, drip, drip of the past night's rain rang throughout the empty street. The sound gave a small, rhythmic beat, which echoed in the air, bounching off the large buildings, and making their way to his ears.

As he neared his school, a thin wisp of blue mist left his mouth, causing a sharp spasm of coldness to strike throughout his slim body. He sighed in annoyance, went into an abandoned alley and transformed.

Two neon blue rings surrounded his torso and travled around his body in perfect unison. His school uniform changed into a pair of black pants, and a black tank top that didn't even cover his whole midsection. A silver white blazer was placed on him as well, which had its sleeves rolled up to his elbows and was open, and a bright green tie hung loosely around his neck. Silver white boots clad his feet. His skin turned paler and his hair a bright snowy white. He opened his eyes, and they shone brightly in the dark alley. A bright green.

He flew out of the alley and into the bleak sky. Normally, the cold air would have pierced his skin, making his flesh prickle. However, today the cold air felt nice, especially on his searing cheek. He looked around, wiping his head. Then, a giggle fell upon his ears. He turned around and was met with the sight of what looked like a young girl. She floated, her blue hair cascading down her back which stopped at a curl arounf her mid back. Her body was slim, small, and curved. She wore a simple white dress and what looked like black ballet shoes. When he looked at her eyes, he saw that they swirled with colors that he knew and other colors that he had no name for.

"You are lost," was what she said, her voice lithe and musical. He looked at her with confusion, and she continued to speak. "You don't know who you are supposed to be." She floated a bit more towards him. "Should you be the empty shell you are to your parents and society? Should you be the loving and warm person you are to your ill and forgotten sister? Should you be the friendly and easy going person you are to your friends? You don't know."

He stared at her, wondering how she knew so much about him. No one, except his parents and friends, knew of Jazz and no one except his friends had seen or heard him laugh. How did this girl know?

"Do not fret. My name is Isabelle and I mean you no harm. I just like to watch you and wanted to speak to you." Isabelle gave him a warm smile. "You will get help, Danny. You will know." With that, she faded into the air.

Not wanting to dwell on it, Danny flew down to the alley where he dropped his backpack and retrieved it. He didn't turn back into a human, but flew the remaining blocks to Casper Acedmy, turning into human behind a tree. He walked coolly around the tree and into the school, knowing his friends were at their usual lunch table. He got into the lunch line, grabbed a muffin and some milk and sat down at the table where Sam Manson and Tucker Foley were sitting, waiting for him, and eating their own breakfast.

Sam was stereotypically known as the goth-emo girl of Casper High and there were many rumors about her. She wore the typical school uniform for girls. A black dress that was like a hoop skirt, only shorter, stopping at around her knees(a/n: has anyone seen Princess Tutu? That's what I'm trying to describe). The dress had a v-line cut with a white oxford under, adorned with a red tie, tucked under the dress. The dress came with red, black trimmed, long-sleeved cardigan. Over-the-knee white socks and loafers were required, but Sam wore fishnets and combat boots. Tucker wore the uniform properly, except that he wore a red berret and his shirt was usually untucked.

Danny opened his blazer, not liking the tightness of it. He ate and told his friends what had happened, leaving out the slap his mother had given him.

"That's weird," murmered Tucker, taking a sip out of his chocolate milk. Danny shrugged and took a bite out of his muffin.

"Well, let's not dwell on it," said Sam, brushing off the topic. Danny and Tucker looked at each other before shrugging at eating their food.

Not much later did they're other two friends, Vanessa Hayle and Caleb Diaz made their way over to their table, laughing and giggling. Whilst Sam, Tucker, and Danny had been friends since promptly first grade, Vanessa and Caleb were added to the mix around sixth grade. They noticed that Vanessa had a gag manga in her hands and was giggling very loudly, as well as Caleb, who was reading over her shoulders.

"Hey guys!" said Vanessa as she sat down. She brushed her light brown hair behind her shoulders, purposely hitting Tucker in the face, and then giggling at her own antics. Her hazel eyes were bright from the laughter and her cheeks were flushed. She continued to giggle a bit more before taking a swig from Sam's water.

"Hey!" Sam protested, snatching her water back. "Go buy your own! It's only a dollar!"

"Aww.." whines Vanessa, looking at Sam with pleading eyes. "But why bother when you have some right here?"

"Geeze, Vans," said Tucker, shaking his head and sitting down. "Seriously. Is it so hard for you to go buy a water bottle?"

"Yesh it ish!" exclaimed Vanessa childishly.

Danny allowed himself a chuckle. His friends were so funny sometimes. He looked at Sam, and saw that she seemed to be whispering to her shoulder. He cocked an eyebrow at her antics.

"Sam?" he asked, loud enough for only her to hear.

She froze and looked at him, giving him a rather suspicious smile. "Yeah, Danny?" she asked.

"Who were you talking to just now?"

"Talking? I wasn't talking to anyone! I think you need more sleep Danny, because I think you're starting to hallucinate."

Danny stared at her for a few more seconds before turning back to his breakfast. He saw Sam sigh in relief from the corner of his eye and wondered again who she was talking to. He didn't get a chance to dwell on it, however, because he heard Caleb yell at Vanessa.

"Vany!" he said, annoyed as she swatted at his black bangs. He tried to push her away, but she came back with a giggle.

"How do you get your hair to lie flat like that? You straighten it don't you Cal?! Don't you?!"

"God dammit Vanessa! I swear! If you don't leave my hair alone, I will shove this frickin milk carton up your small--"

The school bell rang loudly throughout the school, causing Vanessa to jump and fall to the floor. The other peole in the cafeteria laughed at her as she stood up, dusting imaginary dust off herself.

"Let's go to class!" she said cheerily, not paying attention to the fact that the cafeteria was laughing at her. They all stood up, too lazy to take their own trash to the trash bin. After all, someone gets paid for cleaning up after them, right? They all walked to their first class, having it together. Biology.

The group of friends sat down on their usual corner, discussing pretty much nothing, and filling Vanessa and Caleb on Isabelle. Soon, Mr. Lancer came in and started talking about human genetics.

"I think I'm going to go visit Jazz today," Danny whispered.

"Want us to come?" Caleb whispered back, motioning to Vanessa (who was trying to balance a pencil on her nose), Sam, Tucker, and himself.

"If you want," Danny shrugged, and took notes. Miracuously, no ghost came during the block, and Danny was able to get a handful of notes. However, during his second block, P.E., a ghost worm had attacked and Danny was given a long gash on his , being the wonderful person she is, cleaned the wound for him. That, and her mother was a nurse, so she knew how to take care of things like that.

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"Why, hello again Danny!" said the cheery nurse at the reception center. "Sam, Caleb, Tucker, Vanessa. Hello as well." The five of them gave her their respects. "Here to see Jazz I presume?" she asked, her blonde curls bouncing.

"Yeah," answered Danny.

"Well, go ahead!"

"Thanks."

The group of friends made their way to the elevator, two floors up. They went into room 279, where Jazz lay. Sunken face and dull red hair. Tons of tubes in a variety of sizes hooked up into her skin, mouth, nose and machines. The room was rather dead, with the television playing. Jazz wasn't watching it. The blinds were semi-closed, lighting the room with the dull gray light from the outside. The walls were marble white, with random pictures of flowers or children hanging, each picture trying to bring some life to the room. Jazz's bed hovered a few feet off the ground, with a clipboard on the end, with her name and notes on her condition.

Danny and company sat around her, chairs still there from the last time they visted. Danny sat close to her head, taking her hand in his and running his thumb smoothly over her pale skin. Jazz didn't move, her eyes closed.

"Hey Jazz," said Danny in a smooth, calming voice. "I hope you're alright today. I brought Sam, Tuck, Vans, and Cal with me again. Guess they couldn't help staying away from you." He gave her a small smile, grasping her hand firmly yet gently.

The five of them talked to Jazz, reencountering the past week's events. They told her about Danny failing another test, about the ghost worm, and about Isabelle. While they talked, Danny took a brush and getly brushed his sister's hair, which had developed some rebellious knots. When it looked to be getting late, they paid their respects to Jazz and left.

"There seems to be some improvement in her brain activity, Danny!" excalimed Tucker happily.

"I'd rather not get to excited," mumbled Danny.

"Why not?" asked Caleb, cocking his head to the side.

"Well, she's been in a coma for five years."

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