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Over the next few days, Danny kept Mara some company. She didn't talk much at all, but he knew that she loved him here. She lived with her dad who was the one who gave her all bruises and marks. Danny used his ghost powers to heal her even when she said she didn't want it at all.
Danny had given her food too when he saw she was too skinny. He needed to get her help. He didn't care if she said it was "Usual", he would do anything it takes.
If there was one thing Spectra loved, it was sniffing misery as if it was perfume, especially misery from teens. So picking a godchild and letting them vent out to you would have been a spa treatment—or so she thought.
Jazz Fenton walked to her room with Psychology textbooks in her hands as if leading an academic parade. She hated this type of teen. As a godparent, Spectra had to be with their godchild to check on them. Fine, she would check.
Spectra swooped after Jazz to her room. If she was going to check on her, it would be worth a shot to finally get some misery.
“Jazz, darling!” Spectra sang as she materialized beside her.
Jazz didn’t even look surprised. She simply sat down on her bed, set her books down and said, “Penelope. You’re hovering too close again.”
“I’m providing emotional support,” Spectra corrected.
“You’re invading personal space.”
Spectra clutched her chest. “Boundaries? From my own godchild? You wound me.”
Jazz raised an eyebrow. “You can’t be wounded. You’re an energy parasite.”
Spectra sputtered. “I—! That is such an unflattering word.”
Jazz shrugged. “It’s technically accurate.”
Spectra narrowed her eyes. The lack of distress was infuriating. She drifted closer, determined to coax at least one drop of misery out of the girl.
“So… how’s school? Overwhelming yet?”
“Nope.”
“Stressed about tests?”
“I studied last week.”
“Peer pressure? Social anxiety? Repressed trauma?”
“No, no, and… not that I know of.”
Spectra’s smile twitched. She could feel wrinkles growing on her skin.
"I hate her. I fucking hate her."
Jazz glanced over and smiled politely. She wasn't being rude or hard on Spectra, she was being herself.
And that made it worse.
Spectra then zipped out of her room, to the Fenton portal, to the Ghost zone and screamed to the void as if screaming into a pillow.