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I"M SO SORRY I TOOK SO LONG. SORRY SORRY SORRY.

Stuff came up, the ending is rushed, and I wrote this over the length of a month. Oh goodie goodie. And, for the sake of my life and time, I didn't send this to my normal beta, which I FEEL TERRIBLE FOR. So, Dawn my friend, know that you are getting the next chapter. YOU SHALL.

Thank you so much to my reviewers, favoritors, and followers! And to the people who have just picked this up; thank you so much!

Disclaimer: If this was mine, the show would still be airing. So, obviously, its not mine.

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The rest of the evening went pretty smoothly, if Danny got to say so himself.

The five ghost octopi were definitely not easy to fight; those things sprinted around like frantic bugs. It took a lot of energy (and jumping) to beat those things down.

Luckily for Danny, only about ten minutes after he'd 'Gone Ghost' did the emergency personal show up. The Fentons followed right behind them, riding in their special tank-like car they announced as the 'Fenton Defensive RV'...or something like that. Either way, Danny didn't care to remember it all.

The police came in, wielding riot gear and loaded artillery. They shouted commands and ordered each other around, directing to the different stores with people inside. Meanwhile, Jack and Maddie ran in, guns blazing, quite literally. They shot multiple times in random directions, not even noticing the five ghosts, as well as Danny, nearby.

As for the five other ghosts, the ghost boy just tied them up, and left them for the Fentons. While he could directly fight them, the teen had no ways of capturing the quintet securely. The resident ghost hunters must've had something in all of their death contraptions to do the same.

While Danny had left the five ghosts for his 'parents', he didn't escape their sights. As he flew back in the direction where he'd left his acquaintances, he'd managed to catch the eye of Jack. And, with Jack being as ghost-crazy as he was, his jaw dropped and eyes went wide, and became as crazy as a fangirl at a convention (whatever those are).

"OH MY GOSH, MADDIE DID YOU SEE IT?!"

"See what, sweetie?"

"THE GHOST BOY, MADDIE! IT WAS A GHOST BOY!"

"Y-Yes, Jack, I-I'm sure it was. Now, we need to get these ghosts here-"

"BUT THE GHOST BOY WAS REAL!"

"Jack.."

"WE NEED TO FIND THE GHOST BOY!"

It was a very embarrassing scene, to say the least.

After being able to change back, exhaustion covering his body, the teen returns to Tucker and Sam, who were beside the wall, sitting with their knees pulled to their bodies. Almost immediately after the door opened, both stood and ran over, concern obvious on their features.

Before any real conversation could begin, the blue-clad officers managed to get to the store, finding the trio, and lead them out from the mall with other crowds of people. Sam had tried to mention Danny and the ghosts chasing him, but the two guys quickly silenced her before she could say much. Danny was then separated from the two by his parents, who put him in their 'RV' before he could say a single word.

After his parents 'cleared the vicinity', they drove the teen home, all three in silence. Guilt started to bear down on Danny; he hoped to at least talk to Sam and Tucker. He wasn't able to say a word. It wasn't like he could connect with them either; both mentioned some 'm-m-o-r-p-g' thing that was 'online' called Doomed. As it turns out, both played often. Obviously, Danny did not. And, without a 'smartphone' he had no way of texting them either.

So, with no way to contact the closest things he had to friends, Danny was left alone until the first day of school.

The last few days weren't too bad; in fact, the same darn ghosts kept escaping and flying across town. Over the few days he had, the teen managed to try and learn his new powers even more, finding that when he was exhausted, angry, or upset, he would 'go ghost' in response. This, Danny assumed, was because his ghost form was his normal form, the one his body was accustomed too. The day before school started, Danny could barely keep himself from turning back into a ghost because he was so tired.

So, throughout the days, he started to keep his emotions in check, often reminding himself to keep calm. Sometimes, though, he made some slip-ups. He still had a long way to go, after all.

Quickly, another hurdle came Danny's way; the start of high school. On top of trying to control his human side, he had been cramming the past century into his head, filling it with presidents, wars, people, and plenty of other things. It was shocking how much information had too be crammed in one person's head nowadays; he didn't know how anyone did it.

But, the first day came, and as soon as his bedroom door was shut, Danny heard Maddie stir from the floor below. By the time he was downstairs, she almost had her arms wrapped around him, a large grin across her face. Before anything weird could happen (the teen watched Maddie finishing a ghost radar of sorts across the table), Danny ate his cereal and got his school supplies together.

That was when the weird started.

Just as Danny was about to leave, both Jack and Maddie stood behind their son, radar pointed directly at him. The machine whirled and blinked, and it spoke; Ghost Ahead. Almost immediately, Danny cringed, and became frozen in place. He backed up as they walked forward, heeding the machine's words. Soon, the teen was backed into a literal corner, eyes darting from the small box to his parents and back.

When Jack and Maddie reached the conclusion that their radar was pointing at their new son, both frown at their machine. Both wanted to ask Danny what immediately formed in their minds; if he were a ghost. But, that idea was shot down; even Jack knew, their boy was human. Sure he already had his run-ins with ghosts recently, but he and Maddie had arrived and saved him before anything happened.

Almost to assure both, Danny even said "Its a lie. I'm not a ghost."

Noticing Danny in a tight corner, Jazz came bargaining in, ranting about her 'mental psychology' and 'making a terrible impression on this little child'. While Danny didn't mind her breaking up the building tensity, he did mind being called a 'little child' and being left with a 'terrible impression' by his 'parents'.

Before anything else could happen, Jazz grabbed Danny's bookbag, her's already slung over her shoulder, and almost pushed him out the door. Of course, with his luck, the dark-haired teen had found himself sprawled across the sidewalk in seconds. The Fenton daughter had shouted something back at her parents, and slammed the door shut. She stormed down the front steps, helped Danny to his feet, and proceeded to drive him to school.

Course, Danny's misery didn't end there.

He went through his first classes late for every single one (having a map would've helped), not to mention getting some attention as not only the 'new kid', but as the son of the Fentons. It was not surprising to Danny that the Fentons...weren't exactly well-renowned in Amity Park. Heck, even one of Danny's teachers even said his name during roll call with a venomous hiss. Were Jack and Maddie really that much of an annoyance?

But, the social atmosphere here was definitely stressful, more so than anything Danny had felt before (although, that wasn't really saying much). The grades were small, and everyone knew everyone. Teen used their phones (Danny finally learned what those odd devices were) to take pictures, chat with one another, and other tasks. It was impressive, but scary as well; students were attached to these things, and like the teen had seen in class, students always snuck them into class.

Of course, that wasn't the only thing that changed. The classwork and homework was much, much harder than anything Danny had ever had, even with the cramming he had done after nabbing Jazz's old books. He had two classes in the morning; Math was like a whole other language, a language that he wasn't understanding any time soon. The second was science of all things; the only class he felt confident in. He could understand the new information easily, and picked up on it pretty quick, despite not really knowing that 'mitochondria was the powerhouse of the cell'. He'd gotten a high score on the 'benchmark', and it seemed to impress the teacher.

Classes went by pretty fast, but seemed to slow down the closer lunch came. But, as the bell rang, and he snuck out, Danny had not only food on his mind, but his two acquaintances. He was nervous to approach them; he hadn't talked to them in days, and he still felt bad about the aftermath at the mall.

On his way towards the cafeteria, however, a tug on his backpack causes the teen to stop, noting that both Sam and Tucker had come up from behind him. Almost immediately, the large pit of guilt returns.

"So..." Sam starts, taking her spot beside Danny as he resumed walking towards the eating hub. "How's the first day for you two?"

"Oh, don't even-" Tucker starts, holding up a single hand. "I got stuck with Bruckweier as my math teacher, and Harvey as my German teacher! Not to mention the entire class trying to figure out 'What are those?' in German."

Hearing Tucker's description, Danny raises a brow. Looks like he had to look up 'What are those' tonight.

"I know it in Spanish," Sam replies, sounding not too happy. "I have Senora Rodriguez. She's...terrible to say the least. And the class itself.."

With silence between the two, Danny decides to add his two cents. "Science was okay; my only issue is with my math class..."

"Why?" Tucker perks up.

Danny frowns. "Remember that kid from the assembly? Blond hair, pretty tall, and in some disgusting jacket?" he describes, his anger boiling at the mere thought of this peer.

Both Sam and Tucker look at Danny in shock and disgust. "You mean Dash Baxter...is in your math class?" Sam manages to ask, stumbling through her words.

With a heavy head, Danny nods his head, turning to head up a staircase leading to the second floor. Both of his peers gasp, Tucker almost tripping on the stair from stopping in his tracks in dramatic surprise. Catching up, the boy places a single hand on Danny's shoulder, and proclaims "May the gods' luck bless you, child.'

Finding the number of students thinning out as they reached the top, the raven-haired teen lets out a sigh. He had to tell the two eventually; he owed that to himself and Sam and Tucker. Course, what confused Danny the most was that they weren't questioning him or probing for information.

"Hey, guys..."

Both Tucker and Sam look up, open for discussion. "What's up?"

"T-there's something I've been meaning to say..." again, Danny leaves his sentence unfinished. Was he really going to get through with this? What would they think? Would they even believe him? Would he be ridiculed or-

"Is it about the whole thing at the mall last week?" Sam assumes, one hand snapping to her side. Before Danny had anything to say, Tucker adds in his own two cents.

"Don't worry about it," he says, "While I have no idea what your 'business' is, its obviously something personal. We all have stuff like that. Like Sam's collection of stuffed bean-"

A swift jab in the side by Sam is enough to quickly silence Tucker, as he starts to fall to the ground over-dramatically, clutching his side. He reaches towards the air, pretending to gasp for breath before falling and pretending to die. Danny raises a brow as Tucker keeps his position, and glances over at the goth girl beside him. She waves it off, and turns away.

"He'll be fine." Sam assures to the perplexed Danny, "Just mention technology or meat and he will-"

"MEAAAAAAT!"

In a flash, Tucker is back on his feet, eyes wide and alert. Danny jumps, staring at him for a few seconds before relaxing. Sniffing around, the techno wiz stops, and smiles.

"You had sloppy joes for dinner last night, didn't you Danny?" he questions, a large grin spread across his face, as if he knew the answer.

Again, Danny is surprised. He actually had had those 'sloppy joes' (which were very good) the previous evening. How did Tucker even figure that out? "Impressive!"

"Speaking of food," Sam adds from behind the two guys, her own mischievous smirk forming. Did all teens have one nowadays? "There's been a menu switch."

Tucker storms over to the girl, rage storming in his eyes. "What do you mean 'menu switch?!" he questions, both angry and desperate almost.

Sam continues, almost happy to see her friend upset. "Tucker, its time for a change.."

Tucker gasps, and grabs Danny's arm, pretending to sob. A smile tugs at his face. Sam continues walking on, the raven-haired new boy in suit as he dragged his paralyzed friend towards the cafeteria, their destination.

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Public school eateries were disgusting things sometimes. Danny quickly found that out first hand.

Almost immediately upon walking inside, he was hit with an unfamiliar stench. He didn't know what it was, where it came from, or who was responsible; but, it was almost like a distant cousin of Limburger cheese. Both Sam and Tucker appeared to be immune to the stench, so, Danny decided to not question and continued forward. The tables were not very clean, and trash littered across the floor.

Tables were lined across the room, all filled with the different cliques that made up an American public high school experience. As they walked to a table in the back, Danny watched as Sam listed each one in order; the band geeks, the real geeks, the jocks. When they passed a table labeled as the 'A-Listers', his insides twisted. Dash was there, talking to girls and guys alike, appearing almost nice. Quickly, Danny looked away before he was noticed, his left hand forming a tight fist in fiery anger.

To put it lightly, Dash had not let up on Danny during math class. Thus, the raven-haired teen was not too happy to see this kid get what he wanted.

Eventually, the trio reached a table that was claimed for the 'lowest of the low' in the social school standings. Course, no one was sitting at the table; it was reserved for Sam and Tucker, and now, Danny was added on the list.

Course, he didn't mind.

The next part was actually getting the lunches. He followed what his classmates did, getting a tray, pulling the food off he wanted. But, there really wasn't too much...and...it didn't look to appealing either.

Tucker almost lets out a scream. "What...is THIS?!" he questions, pointing to Sam the food that had been placed on his tray by the lunch lady behind the counter.

It appeared to be a piece of simple bread...but, instead of turkey or cheese...it appeared to be grass. Real grass, like the sorts animals ate. Straight from the ground.

"What's wrong with it?" Sam argues, offended. "It's just grass on a bun!"

The trio returns to the table, the goth girl fuming now. Danny takes an end seat, Tucker beside him, and Sam across from them both.

"Not to be rude," Danny starts, staring at the food on his own tray, which mirrored Tucker's, "But, what diet is this, to be exact?"

He figured that as time changed, people wouldn't be going ahead with food, and not turning to things like grass to feed themselves. Why would anyone want to eat like an animal choosingly?

With a disapproved frown, Sam crosses her arms. "I'm an ultrarecyclo-vegetarian!" she blurts, her tone saying that she'd already gone over this, despite her never saying a word.

"A what?"

Slyly, Tucker leans over. "She doesn't eat anything with a face on it." he whispers. Again, Danny makes an odd face, but shrugs his shoulders and continues on. People were all different in their own ways; some weirder than others.

"My question is-" Tucker starts, eye narrowing. "-the first day of school is always meatloaf. Why was the menu changed?!"

"Ah, well, my friend, it appears the town council voted for a new, healthy school menu." the black-haired girl begins, resting an elbow on the table, a very satisfied smile on her face. Before she could even add another comment, a sour gasp erupts from Tucker.

"..no...mea..t..." he barely chokes out, grasping his chest. "Wh..y? Why...wou..ld you do..that?"

Before either could say anything, Danny can't help but laugh. Course, when he sees the two acquaintances of his staring at him, he tries his best to hide his laughter. He doesn't succeed very well; in fact, it even gets noticed by the wrong crowd.

"Oh look, its 'Baby Fenton'!" a familiar screech cries across the cafeteria, causing the raven-haired teen to cringe at the first sound.

While conversations continued, the student body almost divided itself perfectly in half, allowing a path to be formed. Along that path strutted Dash Baxter, followed by a beautiful Latina girl, another big-headed brute with dark hair, and a fourth african-american girl. They all had smirks of superiority across their faces, which worried the trio as they all were walking their direction.

"Look who the cat dragged in..." Danny mutters, quickly turning to his 'food' on the tray. He'd learned that saying from Jazz whenever he would enter her room to borrow her books to learn off of. Or when he couldn't sleep.

Once arriving at the trio's table, Dash slams a large hand onto the table, causing the trays to move slightly. "How's your first day in hell, Fen-toenail?" the blonde boy asks, a mischievous grin forming.

"Why would you care?" Danny responds quietly, using as much self-control as he could to try and not punch the kid in the face. Out of his entire math class, Dash was the one who sat behind Danny, creating a very traumatizing and terrible experience. The entire class was full of insults being spoken to him, with the nearby students sniggering in agreement.

While sitting there, Danny could feel that familiar angry soul flame of his become ablaze again; only while he was angry, tired, or conflicted had the sensation occurred so far. During the time before school, the teen also worked on trying to keep the sensation under wraps. He didn't want to suddenly turn into a ghost of sorts in the middle of class. Oh, how the world would laugh if that happened.

"I just wanted to-" Dash starts, before noticing Sam and Tuck sitting near him, each with their own glares. "Well, it looks like you found your people, newbie."

Now, Danny shoots the high school jock his own icy stare, which is blown off as the Latina girl taps Dash on the shoulder.

"The pies, remember?" she says quietly, an accent obvious in her voice.

With a sudden grin, Dash pulls out a tray of brown stuff out of nowhere (Danny couldn't figure out where it came from), and places it on the table between the 'lower level' trio.

"I almost forgot, Fenton," the blond continues. "Thanks to your girlfriend here-" he motions over to Sam. "-when I ordered three mud pies today, I was given three mud pies. With mud. FROM THE GROUND!"

"I'M NOT HIS GIRLFRIEND!" is Sam's shriek, a light pink dusting her cheeks. Silently, Danny raises an eyebrow, careful not to ask about this 'girlfriend' that was obviously different from his own definition. "AND ITS TOPSOIL!"

"Its garbage, Sam." Tuck and Danny say in unison. "It's garbage."

"And speaking of garbage," Dash starts, putting the tray of brown stuff in front of the black-haired teen, pushing his own lunch on the floor. "I figured trash like you would like such a delicacy as this. So...eat it."

"Oh, and why should I?" Danny replies, rolling his eyes. Out of the corner of his perception, the teen sees back into the school kitchen, noticing that it was empty. A small green flash erupts from inside the preparing area, and catches him by surprise.

Kitchens just didn't glow green. Nothing ever glowed green naturally. Well, nothing except for...

Suddenly, Danny is picked up by the collar of his shirt, held up off of his seat by Dash's fistful of cotton. His limbs go limp as he stares down at the blond haired jock, whose other fist was prepared to throw a punch. "You willing to find out?"

Nervously, the scrawnier teen raises his hands, a universal symbol of surrender. With a smirk of satisfaction, the jock sets Danny down, almost dropping him back into his seat. While being dropped, a shiver shoots through the teen's spine, almost turning into the blue mist. That wasn't good.

Looking back into the kitchen, ignoring the pain in his tailbone, Danny spots a ghoulish figure in the kitchen, walking around. In the form of a person, their skin was a sickly green.

No doubt about it now; it was a ghost.

How did it get into the school? Danny should've been able to realize one had gotten into the building. Maybe, it just came now But...why now out of all times? He didn't have time to deal with it now! He was in the middle of...eating mud! If he didn't...who knows what Dash would do?

He just needed a distraction...

"Eat it." Dash demands proudly, placing a fork beside the tray of mud. Taking up the silverware, and exchanging nervous glances between Tuck and Sam, Danny prepares to intake the 'food'. However, a large crash erupts in the kitchen, dishes and other assorted items shattering. Everyone in Dash's posse, and the trio as well, turn and look as a reflex.

With Dash turned away, Danny grabs the first mud pile in his hand and throws it at the back of the popular jock's head. The brown stuff splatters across his jacket and his yellow hair, his hands shooting towards the back of his head.

"G-Garbage fight!" Danny exclaims, almost everyone in the cafeteria over-hearing. In anger, Dash whips around to grab a pile of mud, hurling it towards the dark-haired teen. Instead, Danny ducks underneath the table, and the mud goes sailing into a kid at the next table over.

Within seconds, a full-blown food fight begins. Milk cartons, banana peels, almost anything is sent hurling across the room. Shouting is a given, and chaos is everywhere. Almost impressed by his distraction, Danny, almost forgotten about, begins to crawl on all fours towards the entrance of the kitchen. He would handle this ghost quickly, get back to class, and everything would be just fine.

A tug on his shoulder causes Danny to pause. Both Sam and Tucker are right beside him.

"Dude, where are you going?" Tuck asks, having to raise his voice over the shouts above.

Danny freezes. "N-Nowhere in particular...anywhere to get away from Dash really."

Tucker frowns, not buying his friend's excuse. After all, who wouldn't if the person kept glancing at the kitchen for some reason. Obviously, Danny had seen something in the kitchen, at he had to go check it out.

Again, he was going to go off on his own; just like at the mall. Did this have to do with that? Does this have to do with ghosts?

"Take us with you then!" Tuck exclaims, pulling on Sam's leg and bringing her down underneath the lunch table. She had been standing up for her diet, but appeared to have lost.

Danny pauses, hesitant to answer. He didn't want the two to come; he was planning on taking on the spirit and trying to move it away from the school. He would handle it later. But, for some reason, a part of him wanted the goth girl and the tech geek to tag along. He wanted to tell somebody, to release this secret so he didn't have to bottle up his frustrations.

During those days between the mall incident and the present, Danny had definitely had his trials and tribulations, involving mostly keeping his odd side, his ghost side, hidden.

"Alright," the black-haired boy surrenders, "Let's go."

Keeping an eye out for flying food, Danny sets out, crawling across the dirty tiles of the cafeteria floor. Dodging a banana peel, he reaches the door separating him from the inside of the school kitchen. Behind him follows Tuck, and Sam, who has little idea what the two are doing on the floor.

Once at the door, Sam jumps up and stares through the glass, not finding anything inside, besides lunch trays with leftovers. She frowns, and looks back at both of her friends, puzzled.

"May I ask what we're doing in the kitchen?" the goth girl asks. "We could be halfway to next block by now!"

Danny goes to reply, but Tucker beats him to it. "Danny thinks he saw a ghost in there!" he replies, Sam's eyes growing wide.

Tensing up, Danny bites his lip. How had Tucker figured that out? He didn't say anything about a ghost in the kitchen to him! Maybe...he saw the figure through the window? Even worse, did he realize what he had done at the mall?

"A-a ghost?" Sam utters out, both a combination of shock and laughter. "Are your new parents rubbing off on you already? There's no way a ghost would be here!" She makes sure to keep the word 'new' quiet.

Danny frowns. "Well, we're about to find out."

He pushes the dark-green door open, the hinges creaking. Almost immediately, the revived teen's breath turns blue, visible for his acquaintances to see. Course, this shocks the two, and their gasps are drowned out by the closing door and the muffled shouts from the lunchroom as they shuffled inside.

"Did you see that?"

"Yeah, it was something blue!"

Ignoring their comments, the raven-haired teen looks over the glass pane separating them from the insing food fight. A large window blind flashes over it, causing the room to become darker. With Sam and Tucker spooked (no pun intended), Danny walks forwards and turns the corner. Almost immediately, he sees the eerie green figure towards the back of the room, dressed in an apron, yellow gloves, and a hairnet, holding a cookbook and mumbling.

It was a ghost lunch lady.

"Oh my god..." Sam whispers beside Danny, hands over her mouth. She definitely wasn't expecting this. Nor was said ghost kid or Tucker either.

Suddenly, the ghost lady stirs, turning and spotting the trio. She quickly floats over to the three, a very concerned expression on her wrinkled dead face.

"Excuse me, children," she asks gently, "Today's lunch is supposed to be meatloaf. But, it appears that it is nowhere to be found. Has it already been eaten, or-" her tone darkens. "has the menu been changed?"

Again, with no thought, Tucker answers. "Yeah." he then points to Sam, "She changed the menu."

"Hey!" Sam cries out, almost slapping the techno geek across the face. "Way to single me out!"

Danny almost slaps a hand to his face (he believed it was called a 'facepalm'). If there was one thing you didn't do to a ghost, it would be angering them. And, Tucker did just that. Oh, Danny had many words for his acquaintance right now.

"YOU DID WHAT?!"

With a raise of her gloved hand, piles and piles of plates and trays come flying at her command, building behind the lunch worker for her to use as ammon, her eyes replaced with angry flames. Danny breathes blue, and suddenly the eating plates come crashing down on all three of the teens, causing them to duck down.

Danny quickly dodges a few instinctively (he still didn't know how so), and starts trying to make his way towards the back of the kitchen. There, he'd be safe to change forms; as long as Tucker and Sam agreed to keep his secret.

Noticing that Danny was moving away from them, and the ghost following, Sam and Tucker slowly head opposite way, Tuck getting underneath a cart and hiding there for a bit. Sam runs as quick as she can, hiding behind the ovens until she found the area clear to continue on.

The plates and trays never end their barrage, the lunch lady screaming and raging on. "WHY DID YOU CHANGE THE MENU?! IT WAS TRADITION!" she screamed, summoning forth forks and spoons now, and preparing them to launch the different teens in different directions.

As the lunch lady starts regrouping her arsenal, Danny races over to the other two. This ghost had been targeting him as soon as Tuck ticked her off; maybe she could tell he was a ghost? Great.

"Hey, you two wouldn't mind keeping a small, little secret would you?" Danny asks over his shoulder, that ever-so-familiar internal soul flame beginning to build in strength. It always awoke whenever his breath turned blue; his ghost sense going off.

Noticing the two shaking their heads behind him, he lets out a small sigh, and a smirk of sorts forms. It was now or never; and he might as well go with now.

"Then, you might wanna stand back, as I'm..uh...going ghost!"