A/N: Hello guys! This story is currently in the works, so it may take a while to post. Anyway, this is the first chapter; enjoy! :D

Chapter One

Sneering, Dash Baxter pushed Danny into a locker, fist held out threateningly to the smaller teens face. Other students at Casper High crowded around the two, cheering and cat-calling, quite happy for a fight.

I hate Monday mornings, thought Danny with a resigned sigh.

Unluckily, Dash caught the sigh. "What are you doing, Fen-turd? Waiting for your little girlfriend to come and save you?" He grinned wolfishly, looking too much like Wulf for Danny's liking. "Or are you bored of being beaten up?"

Dash wanted a reason to pulverise the little squirt more. If the dark haired boy replied, then that reason would have been fulfilled and the star footballer would have a very good reason to make yet another Danny shaped dent in the lockers. If he didn't reply, Dash would do it anyway. It was a win-win situation... for him at least.

Danny sent a slight twist of the lips up to the more popular boy. "Really, I'd just prefer it if you got this over and done with. I do have Lancer first thing, and he's not going to be happy if I'm late... again." The last word was muttered, but Dash caught it anyway, laughing in a feral manner.

"Excellent, Fen-toenail. I'll make sure that as well as a bruise, you'll have a detention as well." The thug raised his fist higher, about to slam it into Danny's face, when there was an abrupt-

"STOP!"

The shout somehow managed to go over the calls of the crowd and the teenagers scrambled, not ready to face the fearsome P.E teacher, Miss Tetslaff. She was at least six foot tall, with a masculine voice and a face to match that. On top of that, Tucker, Sam and Danny swore that every time Tetslaff ran, the earth shook slightly.

Basically, she was intimidating.

"Oi!" she shouted at Dash, who had run off with the other scared teenagers. "You come back here, Dash Baxter, or I'll call your father!"

Dash seemed to freeze mid-run, and then ran double the speed back to Tetslaff. "Sorry, Miss!" he squeaked.

Danny stood up and brushed himself off, checking his body over for any serious (for a human, at least) injuries. He hissed in pain when checking over his ribs; Skulker hadn't been very nice last night, even for him. But he knew the bones were healed; the bruising just had to go down.

"You alright?" Tetslaff asked Danny.

Danny looked at her and nodded. "Yeah, I'll be fine."

Tetslaff looked him over. "You sure?" she asked slightly venomously. "I could get him into trouble..." she implied.

Danny swore he saw a large bead of sweat run from the top of Dash's forehead down his neck.
He thought about it for another second, then shook his head. "I'm sure. He didn't do anything particularly bad... anyway, it's like this every morning for me."

Tetslaff nodded to him, but then grinned at Dash. "You can go, Baxter, but I'll be keeping an eye on you..." she said menacingly. Dash hurried off to class, still quivering slightly.

"I'd like you to go to the nurse, just in case," said the scary woman. "Here's a late pass." She passed him one from her pocket, nodded to him, and then stomped back down the corridor, obviously looking for some new fresh meat to scare.

"And then," Danny snickered, relaying the story to his two best friends, "I swear I saw Dash shivering in fear as he ran away."

Tucker froze, dropping his chicken drumstick with a clatter onto his plate as he stared at his friend. Sam was laughing quietly at Dash's expense, her ultra-recyclo-vegetarian meal on her plate as well.

"You're kidding?" Tucker asked Danny, who simply shook his head and guffawed in response.

All three burst out laughing, making the rest of the cafeteria stare at them. They were subject to this abuse daily, however, and quickly ignored the losers and got on with their lunch.

Wiping (admittedly, imaginary) tears from his eyes, Tucker switched on his loyal PDA. "I am totally putting this on the school website," he told his friends, quickly going into techno-geek mode.

Rolling their eyes in harmony, Sam and Danny ate the rest of their food before dragging a rapidly tapping Tucker out of the cafeteria and into the weak April sun.

It had been raining hard all night, and instead of flying, Danny had been forced to board the cramped and outrageously small school bus. He'd sat at the front, wishing the rain would get let up for ten minutes so he could zoom to school. However, this hadn't happened, and he'd been forced to go on the painfully long bus ride to school.

Sam and Danny chatted for a while, while Tucker continued being his big geeky self. The sun shone through the clouds and onto the slightly damp seats that surrounded the football field, where some of the A-List boys were discussing tactics for their next game. All in all, it was a pretty normal day.

And then, there was that wisp of cold air that came from Danny's mouth. Sam must have felt it, because stood up and let Danny pass so he could run down the bleacher and hurry behind them. With a flash of light, Danny Fenton disappeared and Danny Phantom was in his place.

Quickly becoming intangible, he flew through the bleachers and hovered high above the muddy earth, people quickly pointing him out.

"Hey, it's Phantom!" several jocks cried out, however Danny ignored them, instead looking around for the ghost. Quickly identifying Youngblood, the half ghost floated over to him and started to chat with the pirate child.

"Who's he talking to?" Dash asked Kwan, not seeing anything in the sky apart from Phantom.

"Beats me," the second jock replied, looking around searchingly himself.

Phantom nodded a couple of times, then sighed. "Fine," he said, his voice carrying, "I'll get you your cutlass back. But only on one condition." The half ghost then went on to talk to what looked like thin air, before shaking hands with the thin air. He zoomed off quickly, and was even faster forgotten.

As they say, out of sight, out of mind.

"You're late, Mr. Fenton," Mr. Lancer didn't even turn around from the whiteboard as Danny ran into the room, panting slightly. "I suppose that means you want a detention then?"

"Uh, no thanks," Danny replied, hobbling over to his seat and falling into it. Bones had refused to come away from the pirate exhibit at the museum, so Danny had, quite literally, had to pull the bird away bone by bone before throwing them to Youngblood and praying to something that the bird wouldn't stalk him forever.

Because that'd just be uplifting.

However, Bones had managed to get in a good few pecks, making the teenage halfa bleed slightly. He had patched himself up, but darn, did that little bony beak kill his calves.

Sam quickly passed him his purple bag, and Danny opened it quickly, grabbing a pen and his English book. He scrawled down the date and title before copying down all the notes on the board.

Where were you? The note had come from Sam.

Glancing around, Danny wrote a reply, then passed it back to the girl he was sat next to.

"Why do you think Romeo believed Juliet was a Montague, even though he was at a Capulet ball? Miss. Sanchez?"

So you were having to get Bones away from the pirate exhibit at the museum? Sam had written in a response to what Danny had put.

Yep.

Harsh...

Believe me, I know.

"Please turn to page 38 and read read Act 1, Scene 3, starting from line 5 in your Romeo and Juliet playbooks, class."

Danny flicked open his worn textbook, then began to read the lines. Sam did the same, and behind them, they could hear Tucker doing the same.

Oh, English. Danny thought sarcastically. My favourite lesson.

The period went by fast, thankfully, and the three friends trailed behind their far more popular classmates while leaving the classroom, chatting happily.

Then Danny's ghost sense went off.

There was a large crash! as Skulker flew through the ceiling and directly into the lockers, creating a large dent. He then cursed loudly and flew back outside via aforementioned ceiling.

"Well, that's normal," Tucker commented.

"At least he's not fighting me," Danny said, rather pleased with this turn of events. He knew that Dark Dan wasn't in the area, as every time his future-self was, he'd feel slightly odd... like his heart was twisting slightly in his chest.

Sam sighed. "You'd better go and find out what's going on. We wouldn't want to find out that Skulker, horrible as he is, is fighting Vlad or something."

"Fine," Danny scowled. Two brilliant white rings of light appeared at his waist and quickly zoomed up his torso and down his legs, making average Danny Fenton disappear and ghost boy Danny Phantom appear in his place. Jumping into the air, he shot out of the hole himself, his two friends quickly diverting the schoolkids that had arrived from the noise.

Quickly finding the source of Skulker's rage, Danny's eyes lay on... none other than the Box Ghost, who was currently throwing possessions out of cardboard boxes like... well, like they were cardboard boxes.

"Fear me!" the blue ghost said in his very annoying voice. "For I am the box ghost, master of all things cuboid!"

Skulker growled fearsomely. "Listen, pathetic being, if you don't stop annoying me right now, I swear I'll knock you and your stupid boxes out of the sky and you can watch them crash and burn!"

"Looks like you two are fine on your own," Danny muttered to himself, zooming down through the school and into a janitor's cupboard, where he quickly turned from Phantom to Fenton.

"Yeah, I really hate Mondays," Danny commented to himself as he walked to his final lesson of the day, Science.