Chapter 53 - 1
Chapter 1: "The Chocolate Incident (Or, How My Day Went From Bad to Interdimensional)"
You ever have one of those days where you just know you should've stayed in bed? Like, maybe if you'd faked a cough or broken your ankle falling down the stairs, you could've avoided complete emotional annihilation? Yeah. That was me. Danny Fenton, certified walking disaster and current chocolate-covered embarrassment.
The day started the way it always did: with ghosts.
Well—ghost talk, anyway. My parents are Jack and Maddie Fenton. Think Bill Nye meets monster truck rally. If monster trucks hunted ghosts. Our house is basically a haunted mansion pretending to be a normal one. There's an Ecto-suction cannon next to our microwave. I've brushed my teeth with toothpaste that may or may not have glowed once. That's the level of "normal" we're working with.
So when I walked into Casper High that morning, the whispers started before I even reached my locker.
"Did you hear? His dad chased a mailman yesterday. Thought he was a poltergeist."
"Fenton probably sleeps in an iron box."
And then came Dash.
Cue dramatic doom music here.
"Hey Fenton," he boomed across the cafeteria. "Catch!"
Now, if you've ever been in middle school, you know nothing good ever starts with "Catch." It usually ends with a projectile flying at your face. In this case? A chocolate cream pie.