You probably think Monday is the worst day of the week. Me? I reckon it's Wednesday.

Don't trample me yet! I just think after two days of school, you're already tired as heck. Then there's the horrible, horrible feeling of knowing you're only two days through the school week. That emotion just leaves me feeling moody, frustrated and drained. It's not a good idea to get on my bad side on Wednesdays. Especially in the mornings. It's good to keep well away from me.

As soon as I flutter my eyes open, random thoughts of what today will bring squash my mind. Not in a good way, of course. I think of all the schoolwork, the yucky food in the cafeteria and the jerk bullies that ruin the lives of all the 'loser' students of Casper High. Yup; I'm one of those losers. 'Goth freak' to be specific.

Luckily, no one was staring at me as I lift myself up off my bed. Yes, I was actually expecting

I put my dressing gown on. I slip my feet into my slippers and lazily walk out of my room and down the hall, until I reach my golden destination: The Bathroom. As I squrt some toothpaste on my brush, I stare at the wall. Yup, nothing special, just a wall. That's when I notice it. I dropped my toothbrush and it clacked on the ground a few times. THERE'S A HOLE… IN THE WALL!

I scream. Yes, that's right. Me, Sam Manson, just screamed. What have Wednesdays turned me into…

"Yeah…" An all-too-familiar ghost boy appears in front of me and rubs his neck awkwardly. "It's a long story."

"I have time." I order him, crossing my arms.

He stares at me blankly, biting his lip.

"Well?" I raise my eyebrows and point to the hole. It's so big that you can basically walk through it… If you bend your knees of course. But not only that, you could see the whole street. And we're two stories up! "You're paying for that."

"I am no –" He pauses for a second. "That does actually sound fair… but how will I get the money? How will I explain to…" His eye twitches and he freezes at the thought of explaining that to my parents. "Oh god. I didn't think of that…"

"You didn't think of that?" I yell at him. "You didn't think that blowing up my bathroom wall with have coinsequences? How do I shower now?"

He blushes at the thought and I wince. "Don't even think about it, ghost boy!" I turn to walk out the door.

"No! It's not like that! You don't understand! It's not my fault!"

I stop and turn around. "It's not your fault? That's the biggest lie of the century! How can be remotely possible that this isn't your fault?!"

"I promise it's not! I was fighting Skulker outside on the street, and... he kind of threw me arcoss the road."

"Into my house?"

"Yes…"

"Get your gear, Danny. We're gonna hunt that dipstick down."

"Now?" He raises an eyebrow.

"Yes, now!" I shout angrily. What did he think I meant?

"Uhm, we kinda have school… I would much rather Skulker kill me than Mr Lancer."

I groan and tilt my head back. How could I forget about school of all things? "I might as well stay at school forever." I look down at my dressing gown.

"Why?"

"My mother will kill me!"

"Just say a burgular put the hole in the wall."

"No, not that! I have toothpaste all over my dressing gown."


Haha, do you like it? :) It's just random fluffiness that I came up with a few days ago. It's kind of like a cute, unexpected twist. I know it's sorta OOC, but I wanted to make it extra cute :) Please review if you like it :D