The-personality-Potion

KitKane,KidDetectiveDannyDollanwasdoingwhathelikedbest.Hwascurledupinhisbedreading.Hehadachocolatefudgebarhe'dbeensavingallday.Thebedroomlightwasoff.Hewasusingatorchunderthecoverstoreadhisnewlibrarybook.ItwascalledKitKane,KidDetective.Kitwasonthetrailofthegangster,SlugsMalloy.SlugshadkidnappedKit’sgirl,Susie,andtakenhertoameatfactory.Hewasabouttoputherinthemincingmachine.UnlessKitgottheresoonitwoulebetoolate.Susiewouldbeservedupasmeatballs.Suddenlythedoorburstopen…‘DANNY,whatdoyouthinkyou’redoingunderthere?’ItwasDanny’smum,Sheswichedonthelight.Dannytuckhisheadout.Heblinkedlikeamolecomingoutofitshole.‘Nothing.Justreading.’‘Butit’sonlysixthirty.It’snowwherenearyourbedtime.’‘Iknow.Ijustwanttofinishmybook.’‘Whydon’tyougoout?’Callforoneofyourfriends.’‘Idon’twantto.I’mbusy.’‘Whydon’tyougoovertothepark?Goandplayfootballorsomething.’‘OhMum!I’dratherstayhereandread.’Hismumgavehimoneofherlooks.Thelookthatmeantyou’renotnormal.Hisparentswerealwayssayingstufflikethis.‘Whydon’tyoubehacenormally?’Or,’It’snormalforaboyofyourage.’Dannycouldn’thelppot.Hedidn’twanttogouandppayfootballinthepark.Hepreferredtowatchtellyorreadhisbook.EspeciallyifthebookwasasgoodastheKitKanedetectiveseries.Hismumtriedonelasttime.‘Youcan’tspendyourlifehidinginyourbedroom,youkown.’‘It’snot…normal.’Shesighedheavilyandshutthedoor.Dannygotupandturnedoffthelight.Inthedark,hepretendedhewasKitKanesneakingintothefactorytosaveSusie.Hecrawledonhishandsandkneestowardsthebed.‘OkaySlugs,thisistheendoftheline!’hedrawledinanAmericancaaent.Hedivedonhispillowandwrestledittothefloor.Inthefightthatfollowed,hisfudgebargotabitsquashed–butitwasallinthelineofduty.TheemptyseatThenextdaystartedbadly.Thebustoschoolwascrowded.Hisbestfriend,Sparrow,wavedtohimbuttheseatnexttohimwastaken.TheonlyspareseatwasnexttoDuncanWicks.WickswasintheyearaboveandDannyalwayskeptoutofhisway.He’dsennWickspickonyoungerkidsintheplayground.Hemadethemhandovertheiirsweetsordrinks.Iftheyargued,Wicksthemawristburn.Hegrippedtheirwristhardandtwistedhishanduntiltheycriedout.Dannybetitreallyhurt.Dannypretendedhehadn’tseentheemptyseat.ButWickshadseenhim.‘There’saseethere,Specs.I’mnotgoingtoeatyou.’Dannysetdown.HehatedbeingcalldedSpecs.Wicksdidn’tmovealong,soDannyhadtoperchontheadgeoftheseat.WickpointdtoDanny’sbag.’Gotyourlunchinthere?’‘No,’Dannylied.’Ihaveschooldinners.’Wicksnodded.Hepretentdedtobelookingoutofthewindows.ThenhemadeagrabforDanny’sbag.Dannyheldon,butWickspunchedhimonthearm.Dannybithisliptostophimselfcryingout.‘Let’shavealookthen,’saidWicks,unzippingthebag.HelookoutDanny’slunchboxandsaidinadumbvoice,’WellInever-sandwiches!Yourmummusthaveforgotyouhaveschooldinners.’Everyoneonthebuswaslookingovernow.DannysawLauraMillswatching.Laurawasinhisyear.WithherspringyblackhairanddarkeyesshewasjustthekindofgirlKitKanewouldhaveashisgirlfriend.WickswassniffingDanny’scheesesandwiches.Heturneduphisnoseandwenttoputthemback.Thenhespootedthefudgebaratthebottomoftheebox.‘This’lldo.Thanks,Specs,’hesaid,pullingoffthewrapper.‘That’smine!Giveitback,’saidDannyhopelessly.Wicksgrinnedandtookabigbite.’Mmm,notbad,Specs.Youcanbringmeanotherofthesetomorrow.’Dannturnedaway.Inhisimagination,hepicturedwhatwouldhappennextifhewasKitKane.KitstoodupandpulledWicksoutofhisseatbyhisjacket.‘Whydonchapickonsomeoneyourownsize,dogsbreath?’hedrawled.‘D-d-don’thurtme,’stammeredWicks.KitswungWicksroundhisdeadthreetimesandletgo.Wicksflewthroughtheairandlandedinthelapofasurprisedoldladywhobashedhimwithherumbrella.Thewholebuscheered.ButthatonlhappenedinDnny’simagination.Inreality,Dannysatttherestaringoutofthewindow.Heknewhisfaccehadgonered.Hefeltstupidandhelpless.Sparrowranafterhimastheywentintoschool.Hewasthesmallestboyintheclassandalwaysseemedtoberunningtokeepup.‘Hi,Danno.IsawwhatWicksdidtoyouonthebus,’hechirped.‘Yeah.’‘He’sjustabigbagofbeef.’‘Yeah.’‘Ibetifanyonehadthegutstostanduptohim,he’dcrylikeababy.’Dannystoppedsuddenly.’Ididn’tseeyoubeingsotough.’Sparrowlookedsurpised.’WhatcouldIdo?Iwasonlysaying…’‘Yeahwell,don’tsay-unlessyou’regoingtodosomething.That’sthetroubleroundhere.Nooneeverdoesanything.’Sparrowwentawaytohanghiscoatup.Helookedhurt.Dannydidn’tknowwhyhe’dsaidthat.Hejustfeltangryinside.Angrywithhimselfforlookingstupidinfrontofeveryoneeles.Danny’steacher,MrsMorgan,hadsomenewsforthem.AnyonewhowantedamainpartintheschoolplaycouldcometotheauditionnextMonday.Dannydidn’tusuallytakeanyinterestintheschoolplay.Once,inhisfirstyear,he’dbeenasheepintheChristmasplay.Allhehadtodowasgo’Baa!’andliedowntosleep.ButthiyeartheplaywascalledBugsyMalone.Ithadmusicandsongsand,bestofall,itwasaboutgangsters.DannylistenedspellboundasMrsMorgantoldthemthestory.HebegantoimaginehimselfintheparrtofBugsy.He’dborrowhisDad’soldsuitandwearahatpu;;eddownoveroneeye.He’dchewgumandtalkinhisKitkaneaccent.BythetimeMrsMorganhadfinishedtalking,Dannyknewhe’dbeperfectforthepartofBugsy.Itwasagreatidea.Butitwouldn’twork.Mainlybecauseheknewhehadn’tthenervetotryforthepart.Thethoughtofstandingupinfrontofeveryonemadehimfellsickinside.ThepotionOnthewayhomefromschool,DannystoppedatUncle