Ghost

Truth

Danny was in a bad mood, a ghost had shoved a drink down his throat. "Why are you late, Mr. Fenton?" Mr. Lancer asks him.

Danny didn't think of anything before a answer flew from his mouth. "A ghost." His hands flew to his mouth, covering it.

He had bags under his eyes. Mr. Lancer raised an eyebrow, but made no move to do anything. Danny sat down. "Fenton? Why are you so ugly?" Dash asks, laughing afterwards. Again the answer flew from Danny's mouth.

"I haven't slept in five weeks." He says, his hands flew to his mouth again, and his eyes flickered in fear. 

Dash turned, confused. "Why did you talk back?" He asks.

"Because a ghost made me drink something." Danny answered, even though it had just dawned on him. Dash smirked evilly. Mr. Lancer smiled. It was time everyone got the truth.

"Why are you always late, Mr. Fenton?" The teacher asks.

"I fight ghosts." Danny says, then his eyes droop under his hat. He just noticed everyone's faces. They were going to make him answer all of their questions. And he couldn't lie.

"What do you think of your parents?" One random student asks interestingly. 

"Before or after they dissected me?" Danny asks, his eyes heavy with pain. He better not fight this. Everyone took a step back.

"Why did they do that?" Dash asks.

Danny covered his mouth and said something they couldn't understand. 

"Do you like me?" Asks Paulina. 

"No." Danny says flatly. 

"Who do you like, that Manson girl?" Dash asks.

"No. I don't have feelings for anyone right now." He says. "Please, stop guys." His voice was heavy and pleading, but the people pushed on.

"What is your biggest secret?" Kwan asks.

"I'm not human." Danny was mystified by his answer. He never wanted to admit it out loud, but it was true. Someone ripped off his hat, revealing silky black hair. And two cat ears. Danny curled in on himself.

He felt his tail come loose from his jacket, drooping. Danny felt the room give a step back. He knew the drink had worn off now. But it was to late. The truth was out.