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Danny walked in the door of his room, sighing as he plopped himself and his schoolbag at his desk. The thought of his Macbeth assignment felt like eating paper. He stared at his bag, his core clawing at the back of his mind. Finally away from all the eyes at school, nobody to see. He could let go of this tightly wound knot in his chest and change forms.
No. Not yet. I can’t miss another english assignment. When I’m done. Just finish up soon! Its not even that long. The sooner you finish the sooner you can go ghost.
Homework and his ghost form just did not ever seem to mix.
But then again he had all night to do the assignment.
As if. This is exactly why you NEED to do this assignment so badly in the first place.
He groaned at himself, and slowly took out his book, finding the relevant page.
Unusually incomprehensible to him, even for Shakespeare.
No no, you can do this. You read this in class just three hours ago. Just need to. Focus.
His memory of class was all but blank. Had he read it? Or was he too busy beating back the ghost form with a stick? Like now. Rereading the same sentence about 10 times. The knot in his chest was only growing. Oh, he should probably look at the assignment again, that would help. Shit, theres that algebra worksheet he forgot about yesterday…
It had been an unusually quiet week for ghosts. He had no excuse for this. Why did it feel like it was harder ?
He almost wished a ghost to fight would turn up so he had an excuse. Not for Mr Lancer but for himself. An excuse to go ghost. A reason for flunking other than himself.
No, get back to the task at hand…
“Dinner!”, Jazz said through his door.
He jumped in his seat. “O-okay”.
Already? How long had he been sitting there?
And when had he taken his ghost form?
He sighed, shoving his ghost form (along with a cocktail of emotions he pretended didn’t matter) back to his core like sitting on an overstuffed suitcase.
It was going to be a long night.