Can I take a moment to cry over the fact that I accidentally texted a random stranger "HAPPY DANNYVERSARY!" and they replied with "OMG YOU FUCKING SHIT I'M MARRIED YOU DRAMA PSYCHO BITCH HO"

whoa there calm your tits

I'm being phantriotic here

Anyway, felt like writing some ghostly trio classtime even though it's honestly really boring and generic XD By the way, all grammar errors are purposeful. DP doesn't belong to me unless I suddenly became the Hartman of the Butch.

Enjoy!

"And can anyone tell me why Hawthorne decided to word his dialogue in this way?"

Mikey's hand shot up. "Because the author wanted to express how the characters were feeling without..."

Why do they drone on, Danny thought sullenly, slumping further into his chair. Sam glanced at him, scribbling something down on a scrap piece of paper. After looking around quickly, she slipped the note onto his desk.

You ok?

Danny stared at the words for a moment before replying.

I'm good. Btw is it cold or is that just me?

The goth raised her eyebrow.

Nope. Just you. And stop using texting lingo, we're in Language Arts.

Danny snickered.

Lmao. K den u dont spell okay like "ok" k.

Shut up Fenton.

ROFL U MISSED A COMMA

You missed autocorrect.

Sam last time I checked we're writing on paper not a phone.

Shut up, Fenton.

I SPY WITH MY LITTLE EYE A COMMA

"Mr. Fenton, I'm so glad that you and Miss Manson are having such an entertaining time learning about Nathaniel Hawthorne's writing style. Please, explain the reason why most critics think that Hawthorne is biased in his ideas displayed in The Scarlet Letter?" Lancer snapped.

Danny flushed. "U-um...because he believed in those ideas?" he answered weakly. The stressed teacher sighed and shut his book.

"Please pay more attention, Danny, or I'll assign an essay on this specific lesson," Lancer said coldly, and returned to the whiteboard. "And in this passage we see that..."

Close one. Smooth moves, Danny-o.

We should stop passing notes we'll get caught. And don't call me Danny-o for Christ's sake.

Sam nodded, making a mental note to sing "Danny-o" to him at four in the morning. A flash glinted in the corner of her eye. Ghost, she mouthed, and Danny rolled his eyes.

Can't catch a break, he mouthed back.

Don't we know it, Sam thought, and looked towards the door. The halfa sighed and raised his hand.

"Excuse me, Mr. Lancer, but can I go to the-"

"Bathroom?" Lancer huffed. "Five minutes or I'll send someone after you."

Danny sprinted out of the classroom.

Skulker? Tucker passed to Sam.

Idk.

Oh my god you use more texting lingo than me.

But not as much as Danny.

Gtfo