Sibling Secrets

3 - Ghost Day at School

"Danny? Danny? Where are you?" A groan from the underside of the bed alerted Jazz to her brother's whereabouts.

"Danny." Jazz's head suddenly appearing in Danny's one opened eye gave him a shock. "Don't do that, Jazz. You scared me half to death!"

"You're the definition of 'scared half to death'" Jazz tugged his hand. "Come on, we don't have all day! It's Wednesday, remember? School?"

"Why am I under the-" Danny groaned. "Oh yeah. I remember. Portal accident." He allowed Jazz to drag him out of bed. "I thought Mom was going to wake me up."

"Mom wouldn't understand why you're under the bed, Danny. I asked her if I could take you to school as well." She smiled devilishly. "The results came back. I got my driving licence!"

Danny paled. "It took you three times."

"Yeah, well, you can never go too slow, can you? I just wanted to be careful." She handed him his hairbrush and pushed him towards the bathroom, following after.

"Dad said you were doing fifty on the freeway." Danny peered into the mirror, but only saw Jazz behind him. "Why are you watching me so anxiously?" He started brushing his hair. Jazz came over, putting her hands on his shoulders. It looked weird in the mirror, like she was cupping her hands on nothing.

"I'm just worried about you. Are you sure you'll be alright at school today?"

"You always worry about me." Danny complained, but he didn't pull away.

"Well, there's plenty of things for me to worry about with you, even before we get to the accident." She kissed the top of his head, and Danny snorted.

"What?" There was an underlying tone of annoyance in her voice.

"The face you were making in the mirror." Jazz arched an eyebrow, but she still smiled. She walked towards the door.

"You get changed. I'll see you at breakfast!"

Danny got changed, throwing on his usual white and red t-shirt and his blue jeans. He thought about going down the regular way, but then he smiled and fazed through the floor. "I could get used to this."

About halfway down, the intangibility seemed to fail and he crashed down at the foot of his stairs. "Danny! We need to tell you what we saw last night!"

"And it was THIS tall!" Jack made a general motion with his hands a tad longer than Danny's actual height.

"Don't forget those evil green eyes!" Maddie called, tinkering with something on the table next to Jazz and Danny that looked like a TV remote with only one button on it labelled '1' and a large area for a speaker.

Danny raised a spoon to his mouth, but it went intangible yet again and his teeth snapped at nothing. He sighed in frustration, and looked over to Jazz, who gave him a sympathetic glance before returning to her impossibly large book, Ghosts, by Fredrick Isak Showenhower - Volume 2

"And the otherworldly hair!"

"And that malicious smirk!"

"And the name! I mean, who'd call their son Danny?" Jack laughed. "So we thought up of a better name! Well, I did." Danny spat out the milk he'd been drinking. Knowing how well they named their gadgets, Danny had a bad feeling about this.

"What did you call m- that cruel, evil ghost?" Jazz raised her book to hide a smile on her face as Danny asked that question. His mouth was hanging open in comical horror.

"Why, Danny, I called him Inviso-Bill! Almost as clever and well-thought out as the Fenton Flusher." Danny glared at his sister, whose well-timed coughing fit sounded highly suspicious.