Creative Writing: The Red Huntress

Wes was exhausted. It was Monday morning, an no amount of coffee could help him at this point, he was a lost cause. He had gotten about half an hour of sleep the night before while doing more ghost research. He had only slept at all because he tripped over a few art supplies left over from when he was making his charts, and decided that the floor was somewhat comfortable and it was worth too much effort to get up. His father found him in the morning, choosing to ignore the creepy pictures of both Danny Fenton and Danny Phantom tacked to the wall. Thankfully, all Walter said was to clean his room as soon as possible, because frankly, his room was a complete mess. Everything from sharpies and bottles of superglue to cassette tapes about ghosts …show more content…

somewhere, the sky not even apart of Wes's dream. It didn't exist. The carousel didn't have horses, it just had random spokes with people on it. The people faded and twisted, like they weren't exactly tied to the fabric of reality... the people were ghosts. “Hey look Wes,” the Red Huntress said, she held up a blue haired doll with a creepy painted smile, “this is Danielle. You're like her.” Wes didn't know what that meant. The Red Huntress wasn't there anymore, or the carousel. Suddenly, Danielle the blue haired doll wasn't a doll anymore, she was taking a picture with Star.... And Wes was in Vlad's mansion, in the Packer's room, with Danielle and Star. “Are you sure you don't want to be Phantom?” Star asked. “Danny pulls it off.” Wes felt a twinge of jealously at that, but forced it down, “Danny's a ghost.” Star bounced on her feet. “Everything in this room is a ghost,” she swiped at an invisible something, “We can't touch anything.” “That's kind of dumb,” Wes says. “Who makes a room like that?” “Teddy Roosevelt...” Wes was confused, “Teddy Roosevelt makes ghost rooms?” SMACK. Something loud erupted next to Wes, nullifying his dream and pulling him back into the classroom. He looked next to him for evidence of the noise, and found a wrinkly old hand... Mrs. Rosenbalm. She had caught him sleeping in class and had woken him …show more content…

gross. About half the people in the room were glaring at him. He noticed Danny looking dazed two rows down. Meanwhile, Mrs. Rosenbalm looked slightly satisfied, “Weston! Fenton! Since you both seem adamant about sleeping in class, you will be paired together for the upcoming class project.” Paired with Fenton.... Surprising even himself, Wes was ecstatic. Being paired up for a project was the perfect way to collect research on Danny. When they weren't working on history, it would give him an excuse to be around and actually observe Danny. This is the luckiest break he'd gotten in over a week! Danny, meanwhile, was still mostly asleep and hadn't processed everything that Mrs. Rosenbalm said. “Tha's o'ay,” Danny slurred. “I'm usually used as a projectile... I'll be fine, Jazz.” Mrs, Rosenbalm frowned,“Daniel Fenton! I am talking to you! Get your face off of your desk and look at me!” Danny suddenly jerked up, meeting Mrs. Rosenbalm's eyes, “Oh right, I'm sorry. Get on with the lesson.” “Fenton, you're working with Weston on the next class project,” she said simply. Danny's eyes were saucers when he threw a glance over at me, clearly horrified at the thought of working with me. You're mine,