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The New Kid in the Ghost Zone

Chapter 1

I stared out the window as my new hometown of Amity Park rolled by, fiddling with the zipper of my new musical note jacket. I wasn't sure what to make of moving to a small town after having lived in a crowded and polluted city for so many years.

Before I go any farther, I should explain the whole moving situation. About a month ago, there had been an accident in the physics lab, and we'd had to move so nobody would be asking suspicious questions about it. Even so, I felt like a walking conspiracy theory: ghosts actually do exist.

Anyway, Mom pulled up to the curb of my new high school, Casper High. Mom and me look a lot alike: the same brown hair, green and gold flecked eyes, all the same angles in our features. The only thing that made us different were my new ghost powers.

"I'll see you at 3:00 okay? Sady? Sady?" Mom shook me.

"Huh?" I asked.

"Oh right. 3:00; I'll see ya." Then I gasped as a wisp of blue mist came out of my mouth and drifted out the open window, towards the school. I swallowed hard and walked up the steps, past the other kids talking with their friends and though I was trying not to be noticed, Mom honked the horn and yelled,

"Have a good day, honey bear!" My face flushed horribly as the kids burst out laughing. I pulled my hood up and kept my head low, trying to drown out the laughter of several dozen adolescents. I'd never had to deal with the embarrassing pet names my parents had for me at my old school, because it was a boarding school. This was gonna take some getting used to.

My ghost sense went off again going to my new locker. I passed by a trio of teens: two boys and a girl. The girl wore mostly black, so she must've been Goth, and she was with a guy with black hair and blue eyes. But my attention was more focused on the other guy with them: he had glasses, a red beret (I hadn't seen those since Paris), and was playing with a PDA.

I was so unfocused that I tripped and went flying. The good news: no one saw me. The bad news: no one saw me because I literally fell through the floor. The intangibility thing threw me off: I went through walls at the worst moments because I was still trying to gain control of my powers.

I managed to solidify before things got too crazy.

"Did you just do what I think you did?" a voice from above me asked. I pulled my head out of the floor to see the black haired kid standing over me. My ghost sense went off for the third time that morning… and so did his. I jumped to my feet as I stared at him.

"I'm Sady, Sady Martinez. I just moved here from New York." I told him as his other friends came up behind him. The Goth girl spoke up,

"I'm Sam Manson. These are my friends Tucker Foley and Danny Fenton." The boys waved, but Sam gave me an icy look. I smiled shyly and looked at Tuckers Palm Pilot.

"Nice PDA. I've got one like that, except it's white." Tucker gave me a cocky smile when I pulled out my own PDA, but then the bell rang for class. I thought about what one of the agents who'd talked to me just before I left…

My parents were packing my stuff up in my room while I answered endless questions about the accident; some reasonable, some ridiculous. Just when I thought the agents were all gone, especially the ones in white, another showed up at the door.

"Cassandra Martinez, yes?" she asked me.

"It's just Sady, but yes." I replied. The agent told me that she represented a small percentage of people who believed in ghosts, and she was there to help me. Agent Sarah then arranged for us to move to Amity Park, and just before she left she'd told me,

"There's someone in that town that'll be able to help you." Now that I thought about it, was it possible that she had meant Danny?

*Author's note: I don't own anything relating to Danny Phantom. That right goes to Butch Hartman. This is also my first FanFic, so if you read and review, plese be nice.

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AuthorChick96