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Chapter One

It was towards the end of the school day at Casper High, and half boy half ghost, Danny Fenton was putting his books in his locker, his raven black hair hanging in his face. The normal, every day school rush was going on around him. People rushing to catch their busses, football jock Dash Baxter and his friends shoving defenseless nerds into their lockers, the popular girls like Paulina Sanchez and her "satellite" Star arguing over who was prettier. He was waiting for his best friend, techno geek Tucker Foley, so they could walk home together. Normally his other best friend, Sam would have come too, but she hadn't been in school that day. He looked up at all the posters for the up-coming school dance. Tucker finally showed up. He followed Danny's electric blue eyes up to the poster.

"So, are you gonna talk to Sam when she gets back?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, I know you like her. Heck, I think everyone does. You should ask her to the dance."

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because I'm afraid she'll say no…"

Danny looked up. They were at Tucker's house already.

"Well, I think you should think about this some more…"

And with that, Tucker left. Danny continued to walk back to his house. He could've easily flown there faster, but Tucker was right. He needed to think about this. And he needed to think about it when he didn't have to worry about his ghost-crazed parents, or his nosy sister, Jazz. He passed a bunch of old, run down houses, and kids from his school walking down the street. Everything looked mysterious, like it all knew something that he didn't. He thought about Sam's violet eyes, her gothic ways, and her ultra-recyclo vegetarian eating habits. He also thought about all the good times they had had together, and about how he really DID like Sam that much. He imagined what it would be like to take Sam to the dance. He would've loved it, but he wasn't sure what Sam's reaction would be when he asked her. He took out the class ring that his father had given him. It had Sam's name engraved in it. At the time, his father had been wrong, but now, Danny realized, for once, his father had been right. He noticed he was walking by Sam's mansion, and he hurriedly put the ring away, then looked up. He saw a miserable, pale looking Sam in front of her window looking down at him, but when she saw him look up at her, she quickly closed her black curtains.

Okay, that was weird… Thought Danny. But he continued to walk.

He went through the park, and soon his ghost sense went off. With a cry of

"I'm goin' ghost!" a quick battle, and a shoving of the box ghost into the Fenton thermos, Danny continued on, thinking all the while. By the time that he got home, he had made his decision: he would ask Sam to the dance.

But the next day when he looked around for her, he found, to his dismay, that Sam wasn't there. Again. Not unusual, but Danny was disappointed. He really WAS going to ask Sam to the dance. Oh well, tomorrow's another day. And, the next day, Sam was back.

"Sam!"

"Uh, hi Danny…"

"There's something I wanted to ask you…"

"Uh, can it wait? I've got to go."

"Oh, uh, sure…" said Danny, a bit disappointed. I'll ask her later… He thought. His ghost sense went off, but when he looked around, nothing was out of the ordinary… So he went back to class with Lancer. He had planned on asking her right before lunch, but when he called her name, she jumped, as if some invisible person had tapped her on the shoulder, and she had freaked out. And the same thing had happened every time he tried to talk to her after that.

"Sam, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, I...uh... got to sleep late last night..."

"Okay..." Said Danny, unsure of whether or not to believe her.

His ghost sense went off again. He didn't see anything right away, but he decided to go have a look outside.

Danny rushed outside, transforming into his ghostly self, Danny Phantom, as he ran. When he flew past the window, he heard many people shout – Hey look! It's the ghost boy! But above all, the voice of Paulina Sanchez could be heard, shouting "I LOVE YOU INVISO-BILL!" Danny flew off hurriedly to find the ghost, but there was always time to correct the people.

"It's NOT Inviso-Bill! It's Phantom! DANNY PHANTOM!"

He looked around for the ghost, but all he saw was a stone bench, a small pong, and lots of pink roses. This would be the perfect place to ask Sam to the dance! Thought Danny. Absorbed in his thoughts, Danny didn't notice Skulker, who had just appeared, and only realized what was happening when he was hit by Skulker's dart. It hit him square in the shoulder, and Danny soon lost all feeling in his body. He couldn't move at all. He started to panic, because he knew that now was the perfect chance for Skulker to kidnap him and take him back to the ghost zone, either to put him on display like an animal in the zoo, or to "rest his pelt at the foot of his bed." Either one sounded disgusting. He was beginning to lose all hope, and Skulker pulled out a net to capture him with.

Just then, out of nowhere, a voice, and a pretty ghost girl came to his rescue. She had white hair, like his in his ghost form, and she wore a black suit that slightly resembled Danny's, but it was lime green and purple in the places that his was gray, and it didn't bear the phantom emblem, the D with the P inside. He didn't know who the ghost was, and he had never seen her before in his life. But soon she had Skulker trapped in her device, which was a little like his Fenton thermos, and had Danny up on his feet and moving again. The girl looked somewhat familiar, but Danny was positive that he had never seen her before. He thought he better ask anyway.

"Have I seen you before?"

"No, I'm kinda… new at this."

"Wait, you new at this? Wow! You're really good! Your first day and you've already got Skulker beat!"

"Uh, sure."

"Well thanks for saving me back there!"

"No problem!"

"I'm- "

"I know who you are…"
"Really? How?"

"Well, you're Danny Phantom. The amazing Halfa! Who DOESN'T know who you are?"

"Really? Well It's pretty cool that you know me, but… who are you?