Hey, this is my first non one shot fanfic. Hope you guys like it. Now, going on to the disclaimer.
Disclaimer: Do I look like a guy to you? Oh wait… you can't see me… nevermind. I do not own Danny Phantom.
Hope you enjoy the story.
Danny looked around nervously. Ever since he became a halfa, his senses had been hightened. He had learned to trust his instincts, learned to be weary of his surroundings, learned to sense danger before it slapped him in the face.
And right now, his instincts were screaming "Danger!"
As the blue-eyed teen walked down the hallway towards his locker, he was conscious of everyone around him. Where they were, what they were doing. Even when he met Dash and Kwan, he ducked instinctively as Dash made a grab for his shirt, leaving two bewildered teens behind.
He knew that his two best friends were long before they opened their mouth, even though he was not looking at them.
"Hey Danny." Sam and Tucker greeted.
"Hey Sam. Hey Tucker." Danny greeted. The other two frowned as they heard the ill-disguised nervousness in his voice.
"Danny, what's wrong?" Sam asked, concerned for her best friend. Danny knew why they were so concerned. He has been acting strange since this morning. They knew something was up, especially when he decided to run off to school before them.
"Yeah, you're jittering more than my PDA on vibration mode." Tucker said, earning himself a glare from Sam. "What?"
"Guys, I think, something bad's going to happen." Danny said, turning his head as someone entered the hallway.
"Sulker? Plasmius? Technus?" Tucker quessed.
"Maybe you're just paranoid." Sam said.
"Maybe, I don't know." Danny said worriedly as he slammed his locker door shut. He turned to enter their first class.
"Err, dude? You're forgetting something." Tucker said as he lifted the stack of books in his hands.
Danny looked down at his hands and let out a groan. He had to open his locker again, after all that trouble he took making sure that the books wouldn't fall out of his locker before he closed the door.
The raven-haired teen quickly looked around. Making sure that no one was looking at them, Danny went intangible and retrieved the necessary books for Lancer's English class. The trio quickly ran towards the next class, entering the classroom just before the bell rang.
Lancer raised an eyebrow at the trio. An unreadable expression passed his face, but it was gone as soon as it appeared. As the teens settled down at the back, the overweight teacher started his lesson.
Danny stiffened as his breath came out in a wisp of blue mist. A groan escaped his lips. Why didn't the ghost appear one minute earlier? Is one minute that hard to ask for?
He raised his hand as he racked his brain for an excuse that Lancer would accept without suspicion. But before he could say anything, something happened. Finding an excuse was the last thing on his mind.
Ghostwriter walked into the classroom, as cool as a cucumber. Lancer and the students froze up in shock. They could only follow the ghost with their eyes as he picked the chalk from Lancer's fingers and started to write on the blackboard.
Danny Phantom
Daniel Fenton
(a.k.a.)
Danny Fenton
At the back of the classroom, Danny was shaking so much that he was literally vibrating. What was Ghostwriter doing here? Why was he writing on the board? Why was Ghostwriter writing his names?
An ectoblast hit Ghostwriter, shaking Danny from his thoughts. He turned to his left and saw his goth friend blowing the tip of a smoking lipstick. To his right, Tucker jumped to his feet and yelled "Ghost!"
The word caused the desired effect. The students started screaming and running towards the exit, which unfortunately, was being blocked by the Ghostwriter, who had moved there since sometime-that-no-one-bothered-to-know.
"Stay here everyone, there's no need to run. Deep breath, calm down, look around. Sit down and think, gather your thoughts. The answer will come, when you are all done." Saying that, Ghostwriter disappeared.
Danny looked at the board, pale as a ghost. Shaking, he sat down. Those whose brains had actually processed what was on the blackboard sent weird glances at him.
Every fibre of his being screamed for him to go invisible, but he couldn't. Danny was already in the lion's den, going invisible now would be like giving the lions his head on a silver platter. There was only one thing to do.
"Oh crud."
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