Author's Note

Author's Note

Yeah… about the updating time, I… well, I'm not going to get to excuses, they're useless and boring; mainly because I don't have any. So, finally, here it is!

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What's New?

By MoonlightUmbreon

I looked at my book; at least it wasn't damaged. For around half an hour, I sat there, waiting. I wasn't going to go back to the Fenton household right away; that would be idiocy. But I couldn't go later that night, when Jazz's brother would be home; he would sense me, and I don't think he really appreciated being trapped in a poem on Christmas night.

Maybe now, they would have gone off high alert? I became invisible as I exited the alley – no need to attract unwanted attention. Finding my way back to the Fenton household, (which admittedly, wasn't hard with the glowing sign) I slipped in. So far so good – it didn't appear that they had any ghost detectors. I kept to the air so as not to make any sound with my feet and slowly headed downstairs into the basement. No one was here – it seemed as though I was in luck. As I approached the portal, I stopped dead.

GHOST DIRECTLY AHEAD. YOU WOULD HAVE TO BE SOME SORT OF MORON TO NOT NOTICE THE GHOST DIRECTLY AHEAD.

No one seemed alerted by the sound. I breathed a sigh of relief, but then heard something else go off.

SIGH. I AM A GHOST. FEAR ME.

On… whatever the heck that gadget was, the volume was up high. It boomed so loudly I instinctively put my hands to my ears.

There was a shadow coming down the stairs and into the basement. Well, at least they wouldn't see me here. …still, I was a little tense…

"What's down there?!" Jazz's voice came. Slowly and cautiously, she headed down the stairs. "I'm armed, so show yourself!"

I still didn't do as she asked – if her parents were there, I'd be in trouble. Deep trouble. I backed away until I was against the wall, so even if they were using those glasses, there might be some chance they wouldn't see me. Yeah, right. A little voice told me. Shut up, at least I'm trying. I mentally told myself.

No one came in after Jazz. I still couldn't risk that the Fenton parents might be waiting in ambush. She was currently wielding what she had told me was an ecto-rifle. Suddenly she picked up the Fenton Finder, pointing it around. Eventually the pointer found my location.

GHOST DIRECTLY AHEAD. YOU WOULD HAVE TO BE SOME SORT OF MORON TO NOT NOTICE THE GHOST DIRECTLY AHEAD.

"I know where you are!" Jazz said. "Show yourself, or I'll shoot! I'm not kidding!"

Well, what other choice did I have? I became completely visible for just a second, then faded back into thin air.

"Writer!" Jazz said. "It's you! My parents aren't around at the moment. They went off to a Ghost Hunting convention fifteen minutes ago."

I sighed with relief, becoming completely visible again. "I thought they might still be here."

SIGH. I THOUGH THEY MIGHT STILL BE HERE. I AM A GHOST. FEAR ME.

I growled at the contraption. Jazz gave an eye-roll as she picked it up and turned it off. "They never turn off anything. My parents, I mean. God knows if we're the real cause of Global Warming."

I was confused; what was Global Warming? I know I sure hadn't heard of it. Maybe it had something to do with being n the Ghost Zone for so long. Jazz realized my confusion before muttering "How can anyone no know about Global Warming…"I t

"Pardon?"

"Oh… sorry." Jazz said quickly. I didn't mention what I'd heard her say – everyone made slips like that occasionally. "Look… if you come with me, I've got a book about it that explains it all in my room. I can show you how it works and everything."

"Oh… yes please, thank-you!" I said gratefully. Generally, non-fiction wasn't my favorite genre, however the concept of Global Warming sounded interesting – I had no idea on how the world could get warmer. Unless, for some reason, that it was getting closer to the sun. Jazz began to head back upstairs, however I stopped her quickly.

"This way's faster."

I grabbed her hand and quickly flew through the ceiling and the ground floor, right through to her room. She looked a little startled, but still seemed as though she'd enjoyed it. "Whoa… give me a little warning next time!" her breathing was quite quick, however she was giving a slight smile. "Here… I'll get it."

Jazz began to flick through her enormous bookcase, finally pulling out a large, hardcover book.

Our Heating Earth - a Guide to Global Warming

I thanked her again and took it, flicking to the first page. It had a rather beautiful picture of the earth up against the sun. It was amazing – I didn't know a lot about the humans of this time, but somehow they must have gotten into space to create that photo. I stared at it for a moment, before reading the introduction. At first, I just shook my head – it didn't seem possible. After reading it, I closed the book and thought for a minute, processing what I'd just read.

"It doesn't seem possible." I stated rather bluntly. Jazz seemed to disagree.

"There's a lot of science to it, actually. You just have to keep reading to find it." Jazz commented back. "There's already proof – the polar icecaps are melting."

"Melting?" I said in disbelief. "They can't melt, they've been there for who-knows how long!"

"Well, now they can. And people are worried that it'll cause flooding on a massive scale. Australia will be flooded down completely, apparently. Especially if Antarctica goes."

Intrigued, I read on. Something I thought that would never happen had happened – I was being taught by someone not of great experience, but a human. And an adolescent at that. Just by looking at all the psychology books in her bookshelf, I could tell she was very interested in psychology, but even so, seemed to be wonderfully knowledgeable in this subject as well.

Having the Ghost Zone as my home, Global Warming didn't seem that frightful for me. However, I imagine to a human, the subject would seem quite scary; it had plenty of consequences – that was for sure.

Jazz and I discussed the issue for a while, as I flipped through the book and new questions arose.

It seemed I'd missed out on a lot whilst living in the Ghost Zone. And while I looked over the book, I couldn't help but wonder what other things I didn't know about on the modern earth…

Author's Note:

Next update will be There's Another Time Lord. I'm not going to procrastinate it any longer.

Peace,

-Moonlight