Beep, Beep.

My alarm clock went off, but it didn't have any use. I'd been up for hours. I was still comfortably in bed, but the dim glow of my computer was filling my dark room. Well, it wasn't exactly my room. But close enough. I squinted to read the tiny numbers on the corner of my computer screen, which was filled with various articles about Amity Park. This place was strange, that's for sure. 7:01. I should get out of bed and start getting ready for my first day of school, but a few extra minutes won't hurt. I sighed and relaxed back into my pillows, thinking of how pointless this entire thing was. Maybe I'd be able to put it off for another day. As if on cue to my thoughts, my cell-phone started ringing. I didn't have to check, there was only one girl who'd be calling me at this time of day.

"This is a waste of time." I groaned into the phone.

"I know that you have to be pessimistic, being goth and all," I could practically see Valerie rolling her eyes on the other end. "but this place doesn't actually seem that bad. A little exciting, actually."

"We've had enough excitment, don't you think? The only exciting thing here is that ghost kid. I wasn't aware that they call him a superhero." I chuckled dryly.

"Save your humor for school. Knowing you, you've been researching all morning. Go brush your teeth."

"Yeah, I got it Mom." I rolled my eyes and clicked the phone off. As much as I hated to admit it, she was right. School wasn't how I'd prefer to spend my days, but the ghost kid was almost always spotted there. What was his name again? Danny Phantom. So clever. I threw off my heavy purple duvet and shuffled into the bathroom, the cool September air settling around me like a blanket. After doing my makeup, I sorted thorugh my closet, thinking of what to wear. Casual, but just enough black to let people know not to mess with me. Amity didn't need to be anymore complicated than it already was. My only saving grace was Val, and I'm surprised they let her come with me after our last assignment. I was definitely not screwing this up. I pulled a leather jacket over my tank top, and boots over my leggings when my phone buzzed.

Valerie: You out of the house yet?

Sam: On my way

Valerie: Bet I can make it there before you

Sam: I'm gonna make you eat those words!

I grinned and shoved my phone back into my pocket, clicking open my car. It was pretty nice, but I think they gave it to me so I wouldn't seem out of place as a high school senior. And as a bonus, it was black. My favorite.


"I shouldn't have waited for you, now we're both late!" Valerie fumed as we pushed through the double door of our new high school.

"Whatever." I rolled my eyes. Val can be so melodramatic sometimes. She walked into the front office, flashing that perfect smile and batting her eyes at whoever was at the front desk. I leaned against the doorframe, chewing my gum, wondering how she could get out of doing anything bad. Maybe that's why they put us together, since I seem to mess everything up with my loud combat boots and anything-but-graceful skills. I wandered a minute too long in my mind, because Valerie ushered me out the office, handing me a piece of paper.

"Here's your schedule. Who do you have first period?" She squinted at her schedule. "I can't even pronounce the name of my teacher." I laughed and looked down, eyes scanning the paper.

"Robert Lancer. I think his room is that way." I pointed to the right hallway, which didn't look all that impressive.

"Ugh. I"m pretty sure mine is the other way. See you at lunch?"

"Definitely." We waved and parted ways. I walked down the aisle, a couple of stragglers in the halls. There was no reason for me to rush, I was supposed to be late. It was expected of the new student. Normal. And I was everything but that. I looked at either side of me, trying to find Room 18. I walked along, trying to accept the fact that I'd gotten lost, when something roughly bumped into me. I rubbed my arm and turned to glare at them. The boy had shaggy black hair falling over his face, almost obscuring his sky-blue eyes. But I found it impossible when my eyes honed in on a scar under his left eye. It was miniscule, really. But I'd been trained to look for injuries. More specifically, ones that had been caused by ghosts. And I'm fairly certain no human could make a scar that was that deep of a red. I cleared my throat, to wash out the hostility. Who knows, maybe it had to do with Phantom.

"Sorry." He nodded at me, and kept walking.

"Wait!" I grabbed his arm, not wanting a chance like him to slip away. "Uh, do you know where Room 18 is?"

"Oh. Yeah, I do. I'm actually on my way there." His stony expression melted into a smile. "Are you new here?" I nodded. "Weird, they should've showed you around." He shrugged and started walking, motioning me to follow him. "Well, I'm Danny. Welcome to Casper High." He flashed me a grin.

"Samantha. I mean, Sam." I smiled back, wanting desperately to ask about his scar. But who noticed stuff like that? I didn't want to scare him off. Instead, I tried asking him about ghosts. "Isn't this place named after that cartoon ghost?"

"Yeah." Danny chuckled. "Ironic, really. I'm sure you know about our frequent 'visitors'." His use of air quotes made me laugh.

"Ghosts are pretty...unusual." I agreed. "How do they get here anyway?"

"Beats me." He shrugged, a little too innocently. "Here's English." He turned to the left, and I followed him inside. A man at the front of the room, who I assumed must be Mr. Lancer, paused his lecture and turned expectantly at us.

"Mr. Fenton, can you explain why you've been late to class for the third time in a row?" Danny stuttered for a moment, and I stepped up.

"He was just showing me around. I'm the new student, Samantha Manson." I smiled as pleasantly as I could while saying my full name.

"Oh. Ms. Manson. Take a seat. As for you," He looked back over at Danny. "I'll let it slide." Danny nodded hastily and flashed me a smile that said, I owe you one, before settling into a seat next to a girl who was wearing more black clothes and eyeliner than me, which was saying something. I slid into a seat near the back, where I wouldn't be noticed as much. Mr. Lancer resumed his speech, but I doodled in my notebook, thoughts back on the ghost boy. I didn't have a clue about where he was, or what he was like, but I knew one thing for sure. I was going to find him.

Author's Note: So I know I have another story to finish but I'm having writer's block plus this plot bunny has been eating me away. xD Forgive me if it's confusing, my editor hasn't gone through it yet and I really wanted to post it tonight. Reviews, as well as constructive criticism, are appreciated!