Chapter 1:

Danny POV-

I was fuming, so far nothing had gone my way yet, and it seemed like my luck wasn't about to change anytime soon.

I had been fighting ghosts since 4 o'clock in the morning, leaving me with a grand total of three and a half hours of sleep (considering I hadn't been able to fall asleep until 1:30 in the morning), so, yeah, if nothing else, that would give me an excuse to be a little cranky, but things just kept getting worse from there.

When I came downstairs to breakfast this morning, my parents decided to test their new invention on me, little did they know how badly it actually hurt, and Jazz wasn't even their to distract them because she had spent the night studying at her friend's house the night before.

After that, I flew to school, and nearly fell out of the sky because I kind of fell asleep in the air. Thankfully, I managed to catch myself before I plummeted to the cement below, so far, that was the only thing that was going for me today.

On top of that, Sam was sick and Tucker was still on vacation until tomorrow, so I had no one to even help me get through this awful day.

And of course, in first period, Lancer decided to give all of us a pop quiz on the homework that we had the night before, which I hadn't done because I had been to busy fighting ghosts.

'Great,' I thought, bitterly, 'I already failed the homework, and now it looks like I'm going to fail this quiz too.' I struggled through the quiz, blindly guessing at the multiple choice answers because I had no clue what the actual answers were.

When I had finished, first I might add, I went up to Mr. Lancer's desk and turned in my quiz. I always hate being the first or the last one to turn something in because, at least in my case, that always means I didn't know the material.

"Mr. Fenton," Mr. Lancer said right after I had turned around to go back to my seat, "May I speak with you in the hall." Several kids looked up from their quizzes and snickered at my embarrassment, could this day actually get any worse?

"Mr. Fenton, you and I both know that you didn't know anything on that quiz," he pointed out.

"Yeah," I looked at the white linoleum floor, refusing to make eye contact with him.

"What has been going on with you lately?" he asked sounding genuinely concerned, too bad I was in no position to tell him my situation, "You are always leaving class, your grades are slipping, and you rarely do your homework anymore."

"Sorry Mr. Lancer," was all I was able to say. The bald teacher sighed and we both went back into the classroom where I quickly shuffled to my seat in the back corner of the class.

Finally the bell rang and we all filed out of the classroom. Mr. Lancer gave me one last concerned look before shaking his head and looking back down at the stack of quizzes we had all just turned in.

Oh, and just because the day couldn't possibly get any worse, Dash came looking for me.

"Fenton!" he bellowed down the hall and came running after me, probably about to take another bad grade he had received out on me, as if it's my fault he is stupid. I get bad grades too, you don't see me terrorizing the smaller population of the school for no reason. I swear, Dash just needs to grow up and start dealing with his own problems like a normal person. I heard his heavy footsteps still pounding on the floor behind me. I didn't turn around, I didn't run, I just stopped in the middle of the hallway.

Finally, when he was only a few feet behind me, I turned.

"What, Dash?" I glowered at him, venom lacing my voice. He paused for only a second before his classic sneer crossed his face.

"This D I got in Spanish means it's time for your daily beating, Fenturd!" he smirked, pushing me back.

I gritted my teeth, after everything that had happened today, I had finally had enough. Enough of letting him push me around, enough of being his punching bag. Without thinking, I pushed him back, shoving him against the lockers, waves of anger radiating off of me. I held him against the locker, a few feet off of the ground.

"Now, you listen to me Dash," I growled in a low voice, channeling my anger at everything that had happened today into this moment, "I'm sick and tired of you always pushing me and everybody else around. If you want better grades maybe you should just try harder, and when you get bad grades deal with them YOURSELF! Nobody else in this school cares about your problems and they certainly should not have to get beat up because of them!" I dropped Dash to the ground, his blue eyes were wide with shock, and stalked away to go to my next class period.

I suppose in retrospect, maybe that hadn't been the best release for my anger, but I was just so frustrated, if it hadn't have been Dash, I would have gone off on somebody else sooner or later. And after that I did actually start to feel a little bit better. Besides, the look on his face had been priceless.

Dash POV-

'What the heck just happened?' I wondered as I walked away from where Fenturd had just told me off.

I actually couldn't believe he had just done that, all this time while I had been beating him up he never fought back, he just took it, in fact, all this time I thought that Fenton was just as weak as all of the other nerds, but clearly not, after what had just happened.

'He actually held me OFF OF THE GROUND!' was what I still couldn't wrap my mind around. When did Fenton get so strong? Or how? Why would he choose now to fight back? Although, he hadn't really fought back, he just told he what everyone else was too afraid to say, not one punch or kick was thrown, even though I knew (now) that he easily could have punched or kicked me.

The scariest part, was that when Fenton had been telling me off, his eyes were GLOWING green. I had blinked really hard just to make sure I wasn't imagining things…and I wasn't, they were definitely glowing neon green. When he had released me, his eyes changed back to their usual light blue color, the color I had gotten used to seeing every time I had ever beaten him up or shoved him into a locker.

'Something was definitely up with Fenton', I decided, I didn't know what it was, but I was going to find out.

…

Little did either of the boys know, Mr. Lancer had been watching the whole exchange from around the corner, and, he too, was determined to know the mystery that was Daniel Fenton.

Bum Bum Bum, Chapter One. Will they find out or not? I guess you'll have to keep reading to find out. Let me know what you thought of it.