Part One- Chapter 1---

Driving up to the parking lot of Casper High, Silvia managed to get a glimps at the building. It looked like an old fashioned school house that was about three stories tall. It stretched about fifty feet in width in the front and was even longer in the back. A large clock was set at the top of its front wall with something that looked like a church steeple. A football field/track field was in the back, but the sign that read Casper High Ravens was easily found on its black poles as it was the only thing out there beside the bleachers. A bunch of picnic benches were set around a fenced-in area, a place for the kids to go outside during free period, she guessed. It was old, haunted looking, and it obviously need to be torn down and buit anew. Silvia loved it already.

She parked in the first available space she could find, which was right next to a small, light blue compact. Her bulky, red blazer looked like it was going to crush the smaller vehicle if she wasn't careful. Silvia was always careful, she didn't know why people freaked out when she managed to park exactly between the lines anyway. Maybe it was her careless attitude towards small things like that. A car could be rebuilt, but somtimes thing were just more important then a stupid car. That's why she didn't own a new car, having this one since her own high school years. She didn't see the need to have a new one if this one worked just fine.

She had just gotten out and was unlocking the back to get some of her stuff out when a familiar man crossed the parking lot towards her. Ed Lancer hadn't changed a bit, except for the balding head and the paunchieness of his middle which was sadly stressing out his belt.

"By the Illiad, it's good to see you again Silvi," Lancer said, using her very underused nickname.

"Good to see you too Ed," she said grabbing her things. "Mind helping me get settled in?"

"That's what I'm here for."

Silvia was gratefull for a friend like Ed. He was smart, loyal, and did have his odd moments. His knowledge for books and history was what caught her attention at first. He was very knowledgeable with almost anything, that had to do with the past. He had a bad time with computers and telivisions. He even helped her at times during her 'side-job' that was really her number one priority. (but more about that later)

Lancer guided her through the halls of Casper High like a tuor guide in a museum. Ed loved to chat and by the feel of the place, he never really did get a chance to do that. People here had short attention spans and a small place like Amity Park didn't have many influentional people like Lancer. Therefore, Lancer was a bit of an outcast, but so was Silvia. She had no doubts taht she would be the same here, and she was counting on it. She liked to be different, but in a good way. Individuality was important to her, and she liked to show it, but rarely did she make a statement about it. It was just her being who she was, not some sort of promotion gig for individuality nuts.

Lancer lead her to the third floor and tried to open a door with his elbow. Silvia only roller her eyes and laughed. Lancer was determined to be the gentelman. She gently pushed him out of the way and opened the door with her free hand, he was holding a box filled with paints and brushes.

"This is the twentyfirst century Ed," she said turning on the light inside the room. "A lady is allowed to touch a doorknob or two."

Lancer came into the room and set the box down on the desk.

"How do you like it?" he asked.

The room was large with fold up tables set at one end of the room with fold up chairs. Easles of all sizes were propped up in the middle of the room, holding blank canvasses or half, drawn pictures on sketch books. The floor was pure cement with paint splaters everywhere. Two computers were in the corner, unpluged and dusty.

"Well," Silvia said setting down her things. "It could use some cleaning up, but it looks good other wise."

"We'll be getting new computers in today for you, but that's about it," Lancer said. "Welcome to the Casper High falculty, Silvi."

"Thanks Ed, but I need some dusters. I want this cleaned up before I have my students come in. I may a bit disorgonized, but I can't stand this mess."

"I'll help, I have nothing better to do."

"As in you're trying to find a way to avoid grading papers again?" Silvia asked with a sly smiled at her old friend.

"Yes," Lancer said not denying a word. "I'll get to the janitor's closet and grab some things. The students will be here in an hour."

Siliva watched him walk out, then she began to move the eseals so they could sweep up the floor before putting the tabels up in a 'U' shape. Siliva didn't think that rows of tables benifited the students very well in this class. The taller kids tended to sit in front of the shorter ones and those at the back were easily destracted and didn't pay attention. A 'U' shape was much more benificial, they could all see what was being shown and she would have a chance to see who was the slacker and who was he grade A in the classes. The fold up chairs were also uncomfortable, but there was nothing she could do about that. Maybe she could buy some new chusions to put on the chairs so that they weren't as hard. Well, she could turn up the heater so the seats weren't as cold.

She had a feeling that today was going to be very informitive. She knew she was going to like the kids, she never met one she didn't like, and she hoped that this class would help them see the fun side of learning. Her class wasn't harsh like the others. High school kids rarely got a break. They didn't have recess like they did in elementery school, so Silvia decided to turn her classes into something that was like recess. The kids could express themselves without judgment and her homework was fun. She was known as a favorite teacher in many schools she taught at, but there was something about Amity Park that she liked emensly.

She was always considered the odd one, and she liked that too, but not if it was used against her as a bad thing. She was kicked out of a lot of schools for her beliefs, and the kids were always sorry to see her go, but Amity Park was different, and she hoped that she could stay here for a long time before people got suspisious and she had to move on. Her side job made her move from place to place all of the time. She had traveled all over the world, but never found a home, until now. She would come back to Amity Park as much as she could in the future, since she was stuck as the same age, by her choice of course. It was just that this age was benificial for both of her jobs, but sometimes, it could become tiering not to age.

She shook the thoughts out of her head as Lancer came back with a broom.

"Are you alright?" he asked looking at her with concern.

"I just feel at home here, I'm glad I came," she smiled at him, trying to not let her small touch of sadness show.

Lancer nodded and began to sweep the floor.

"So, what do you want to know about the kids?" he asked.

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Chapter 2--

Danny Fenton walked into school on time for once. He was glad that the ghosts seemed to be taking a break from haunting the town. He was half expecting the Box Ghost to pop up behind him and trash the local postoffice, but he didn't. Danny had to smile as he walked down the hall to his locker. This friends, goth-vegiterian Sam Manson, and techno-conisour Tucker Foley, were at his locker waiting for him.

"Hey Danny," Tucker said looked at his watch. "On time today."

"I know," Danny said happily as he opened his locker door. "It feels great to get a good night's sleep and wake up on time for once."

"And today is the day we meet the new art teacher," Sam said excitedly. "I can't wait to see her face when she meets this crowd."

Her arms traveled from her sides, motioning to the school in general.

"Why do you say that?" Danny asked. "Besides the ghosts, Casper High is pretty normal."

"I heard she use to teach at some fancy bording school in France," Sam sneered. "That says a lot you know. She must be an uptight, prissy know it all. Talking with a fake French accent, old style dress, bun of overflowing grey hair. Her class is going to be tough. She going to be all about rules and ruining our individuality."

"Sam, don't be so judgemental," Danny said after she finished her little rant. "Aren't you always telling us that it's the inside that counts?"

Before Sam could reply, the bell rang and all three went to their first class.

Art wasn't a recomended thing, but it was an easy A. Danny was failing miserably in all of his classes. It was the ghost hunting that really took his time away from studying, not to menchine sleep time and social life. He accepted that his life was consumed by Danny Phantom now, that Danny Fenton was really his cover up and not his real identity anymore, but Fenton still needed some sort of life to keep up the charade, and that included getting a good grade in at least one class. Sam told him that art was going to be easy and that she and Tucker would take it will him so he wouldn't feel left out. Sam really liked art anyway, she would take it whether Danny did or not, but he was still grateful that he had friends that supported him.

Sam's visinary of the teacher kind of killed Danny's hopefull mood that the new teacher would be at least understanding. He tried to keep a positive outlook, but it was hard when he was met with dissapointment for most of his life. He rarely trusted anyone outside his circle of friends. He was uncertain about his parents since they didn't know about his powers, but the bottom line was, he trusted no one. Yea he did talk to his friends and his sister, but not all of the time and not always what he needed to talk about. Some things he would rather keep to himself because he knew no one would understand. The only other person who would understand him was his archenemy, so he was not even considered as a source of help. Danny was on his own to deal with his problems that no teen should have, wreaking his mental health to where he was almost parinoid and scared, but now he was having a good day and the problems didn't pop up into his head. He was happy, for once.

Art was the last class of the day, which was fine for Danny. It meant ending the day on a good note. The three of them found the third-floor room without much difficulty. Many students had already sat down and taken their seats at the 'U' shaped arrangement of the tables. Danny recognized Palunia and Dash in the faray, looking like they wanted to be somewhere else. Their parents must have forced them to take the class, or they were in it for the same reason he was. He also saw Valerie Grey sitting alone. Danny knew she was failing too because she was shooting at his back most of the time. The ghost hunter was determined to end Phantom's life, but she liked Fenton alright. Back in freshman year, he had a thing for her, but it never did work out. Now he was in his junior year and they were just good friends. Tucker and Sam were wary of her, but they had warmed up to the hunter and talked with her, but they kept their distance.

To no one's big surprise, Danny sat down by Valerie, Tucker and Sam on his other side, away from the hunter.

"Easy A?" he asked her as he sat down.

"Easy A," Valerie confirmed. "That's why half of the school is in here. Even Dash and Paulina are despret enough to get at least one A this year."

"Have you seen the teacher yet?" Sam asked Valerie anxiously, wanting to know if her theory was correct.

"No," the hunter said shaking her head. "but I've heard that she's really cool."

As the last kids came and found seats, a slim woman walked into the room, not really catching their attention, but Danny saw her. She was of avrage height for a woman and wore jeans and a te-shirt with a complexe blue bird design that looked like it was made out of vines. He hair was white, almost as white as his was in ghost mode, but it was set off with pink highlights to make it look more normal then his every could be. Her blue eyes scanned the room and she smiled at him when she noticed that he was staring. He ducked away, blushing slightly.

"Hello juniors," she said walking up to the desk and calming the fidgety kids down. "I'm Silvia Train, but I wish for you to call me Silvi. No need to be formal in this class. If you feel uncomfortable with it, call me Ms. Train. I know most of you are in here for an easy A," the guilty kids looked away. "and that's fine. Just so long as you have fun in this class, complete homework assinments, and learn something that you can tell me by the end of this semester, you get the A. I'm not going to make this easy or hard, that is determined how bad you want this grade.

"For starters today, we aren't going to be drawing right away. I want you to take notes that seem necessary to you as I write my key rules up on the board."

Silvi took her chalk and clicked down a few things on the black board.

"Rule number one- don't get board in this class," she said as she wrote it down. "I hate bordom and I will find something for you to do. Rule number two- you are allowed to bring in music, CDs, MP3 players, Ipods, whatever it is. I will have a CD player up here at all times that you can put the music in or plug your musical device in. The only thing is that the songs must be clean. I don't wish to have any profanity in this room. Rule number three- we are not going to be making fun of other people's prodjects. Art is expressing one's self, showing individuality, and I am not going to be taking that away from you. Every piece of art is accepted, unless it is not your own work. Trust me when I say I know when you cheat. Rule number four- don't be judgemental about yourself or your art skills. I will be showing people many types of art and I think I can fit everyone into their own style, that is my goal as it should be yours. Is all of this clear?"

Some of the kids nodded, others just kept writing in their notebooks. Danny was one of the few who nodded.

"I like her," Sam said.

"Why thank you," Silvi said. "and what is your name?"

"Sam Mason," Sam said blushing slightly.

"Do you mind if I call you just Sam? I can guess that calling you Samantha is a bad idea?" Silvi said rasing an eyebrow.

"You'll die if you call me that," Sam said banging her fist on the table.

Silvi only laughed, "I have been fully warned."

She looked around the room at each student, as if weighing them with the depths of her eyes. When she rested them on Danny, she frowned slightly, but it dissapeared and a slight smile was in its place.

"I'm pretty good with matching names to faces," Silvi was saying as she came into the center of the 'U'. "I want you each to say your first and last name to me and your age. I also want you to list your favorite color and animal."

"Dash Baxter," the star quarterback said smugly. "Seventeen, I like red and my favorite animal has to be a bear."

"A bear Dash?" Silvi asked raising an eyebrow. "Why a bear?"

"They're powerful," Dash lifted his arm and flexed it to show his meaning.

"You seem to be a bit of bear yourself," Silvi said smirking, half of the class laughing with her. "Try to be a bit more humble and leave the muscle for the field."

Dash blushed and scowled at the same time while looking away.

"Paulina Sanchez," Paulina said as if she was board. "I'm seventeen like Dash and I like pink."

"No animal Paulina?" Silvi asked, but she didn't sound surprised.

"Animals are no good unless they are made into a handbag," the Latino said putting her nose in the air.

Sam growled and started to crush the pencil in her hand that she had been writing with.

"Very well," Silvi said moving onto the next kid.

"Tucker Foley," Tucker said adjusting his glasses as he spoke, they were nearly at the end of the 'U' by now. "I'm sixteen and I really don't have a favorite color. I don't have a favorite animal either. I love my technology too much."

He kissed his PDA to show it. Danny had to role his eyes at his best friend. Tucker could be very overdramatic at times.

"I think I know what you will like Tucker," Silvi said smiling. "I'm going to introduce you to the the world of art software."

Tucker looked puzzled but only nodded.

"Sam Manson," Sam said proudly. "I'm sixteen, I like black, and I have dedicated my life to saving all species of animal."

"Oh, we have a fighter in the class," Silvi said. "I think you and I are going to get along just fine Sam."

She was coming up to Danny, but he wasn't sure on what to say. He was normally shy around new people, and even though Silvi was being really cool right now, he didn't feel comfortable talking in front of the class. Silvi looked down on him with concern, seeing the fear in his eyes. Silvi looked behind her at the jock and the beauty queen. They were snickering and talking in low tones, she caught each word though and scowled at them.

"Perhaps you can talk to me after class?" she asked the boy.

He only nodded, a relived look on his face. Silvi smiled warmly at him and moved onto Valerie.

"Valerie Grey, sixteen, I like red, and my favorite animal is a lion."

"I take it that you are a strong person Valerie?" Silvi asked. "You seem like the type to keep their heads cool in a disastorous situation."

"That's what my dad says," Valerie smiled.

"Okay, the bell is going to ring any minute," Silvi looked at the clock on the wall. "No homework today, but you will have something tomorrow. I want you to contemplate about what you will draw when you come in tomorrow. Have a good day."

The bell rung and the students ran out of the room in a hurry to catch their busses or to get to their favorite hangouts on time. Silvi caught Danny by the shoulder before he could get up.

"You still have to tell me," she said sitting on the edge of the table. "I need your name at least.

"Danny Fenton," he said looking at the ground. "I'm sixteen and I really don't have a favorite color, but I really like blue."

"And your favorite animal?"

"Uh, I really don't know. I'm not into animals like Sam is, but I like dogs, a wolf maybe."

"A wolf?" Silvi questioned, truly puzzled. "Why, you hardly seem like the type to like such animals."

"They're smart," Danny said simply. "They can work as a team, they look after each other, like a big family."

Her eyes softened at the boy as he said this, it sort of sounded like longing.

"You are dismissed," she said watching him gather his bag and walk out.

'You are a puzzle Danny Fenton,' Silvi thought as she started to gather her own things to take home.

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Chapter 3---

"What can you tell me about Danny Fenton?" Silvi asked Lancer.

They were at a local coffe shop and the two were catching up on old times. Lancer, however, nearly chocked on his drink when she asked her question.

"Danny Fenton is a menace," Lancer said outright.

Silvi blinked at his outburst, "He hardly seems like the type. He was scared to talk in front of the whole class today."

"Well," Lancer said in a better mood and wiping his face clean. "not in the sense you are thinking. He is just a frustrating kid. He doesn't damage school property, cause fights, or anthing like that. He sleeps in class, he's late for class, his excusses are clearly lies, his grades have slipped to an all time low, he's just frustrating to me."

"Have you tried talking to him?"

"I can never find him, and when I can get my hands on him, I have to give him a detention and he just takes it. I tried talking to him once and he refused to look me in the eye."

Silvi nodded at this, "That sounds like him. He's actually a bright, coragous kid. He's just shy to bring out his true self."

"And how do you know this?"

"You know how," she said teasingly as she sipped her tea. "I can just sense it in people. That Bazter is a real peice of work though, and so is Sanchez."

"You have no idea," Lancer said covering his face with a hand. "So, what else about Danny?"

"It's like he's hiding," Silvi said puzzled. "All of the others are true to their natures, but Danny is scared. It unnerves me and I wish I could help. Who are his parents? The name Fenton sounds familiar."

"Fenton Works," Lancer said pointing in the direction a giant silver blob in the distance. "His parents are ghost hunters."

Silvi flinched. Ghost hunters were one of her worst nightmares. She had been captured before and she didn't want to repeat that experiance. The pain and suffering was too much to bare, even in thought. Lancer saw her flinch and raised an eyebrow in question.

"What happend?" he asked.

"It was before I met you," she said putting her cup down. "It's far behind me now, but it can still rear its ugly head. I can deal with it," she said after seeing Lancer's sceptical look. "Anyway, I kind of figured that he was failing when he walked into my class. Almost all of my students are failing in one class or another, but they learn something whether they know it or not."

Silvi picked up one of the quarter-sized muffins and stuffed it into her mouth.

"This is good, thanks for showing it to me," she said. "I'd better go or else Fredrick is going to be angry with me."

"Don't tell me that you still have that stingy cat," Lancer said laughing.

"I do indeed," Silvi said getting up. "Thanks Ed, see you tomorrow."

When she got home, her silky black compainion mewed in delight, which meant he wanted dinner ASAP. Silvi opened a can of food for him and placed it on the counter. He jumped up and landed deftly before eating. Silvi went to her compluter to do some work, research on some things she had overheard while she was in Frace. Revenant Cavaliers-- Ghost Riders. The book had popped up in the library and it was her job to keep it. It had cost her a thousand dollars, American wise, but it was worth it.

Silvi was a ghost who hunted the undead. Her cover was Silvia Train, her real identity was Silvia Spectrel. She had been traveling around the world, keeping everyone safe from dangers so secret and old that even most ghosts didn't know about them. It had been tough to leave little Amity Park, her home town, but at least she was with her friend now. Ed had been a very good friend, since forever.

Silvi sighed and looked at the wall that held all sorts of pictures from her many travels. Most of them were just her.

'This was my choice,' she reminded herself. 'but that doesn't mean I can be happy about it at times.'

She sighed again and looked away from the wall. Then her senses jumped into high gear, sending a shudder through her spine. A ghost was near.

"I'll be back Fredrick," she said getting up and heading towards the bathroom.

Once she shut the door, Silvi transformed into her ghostly self. The rings of light started at her waist, but they were smaller and expanded and shrank with the curves of her body as they traveled up and down. When she was done, she looked in the mirror. Her hair was turned black with green highlights, blue eyes an intense green. Her casual outfit was replaced with a black suit with two red belts, one straight the other angled downward. She had red rings on her her arms and red gloves that went to her wrist. Her red boots came up to her knees. Her collar was also red with a small falcon-like symbol right above her heart. Green streaked on the sides of her sleeves and legs. Everything else, except for her now pale face, was black.

Green energy boiled from her hands as she flew up and phased through the ceiling of her appartment. The night was dark out, but the moon provided some light. Silvi's sight was better than a human's night vision though. She scanned the streets, looking for the disturbtion.

"Take that whelp!"

Silvi heard a shout from beyond the next building, in the park. She phased through the whole building first before coming out on the other side and seeing Skulker. The ghostly mechanical hunter was aiming a gun at a boy. He was slim, but muscular, far from defensless. He was dressed in a black and white hazmat suit, hair snowy white and eyes blazing green. A symbol was on his chest, a P inside a D. Silvi was puzzled by the boy, but he seemed to have this fight under control. She floated up to a fire-escape and sat on the railing to watch. She would interveen if she had too.

The boy got up from the punch Skulker had planted on him and missed the bullet just as it was fired.

"Missed!" he taunted as he threw an ecto ball at the specter.

Silvi had to laugh at his enthusiasm. She was enjoying this, the boy had something about him that made him powerful, yet harmless at the same time.

The ball found its mark in the back of Skulker's head head and the hunter landed in the ground. The boy took something from his belt and opened up the cap. The hunter was sucked up into the container, yelling as he was vacumed up. Silvi noticed a ghost container when she saw one, but why did this ghost have one? Wasn't he scared of it? The boy locked the lid back on and smiled to himself.

"Hope you have a plesent trip back to the Ghost Zone, speciality of the Fenton Thermos," the boy said tossing the thermos in the air and catching it again.

He flew up to Silvi, not know that she was there.

"That was impressive," Silvi said coming down from the fire escape after he spotted her. "Don't worry, I don't mean any harm."

The boy was in a fighting stance and didn't let his guard down. Not trusting, that attitude reminded her of someone.

"Who are you?" the boy asked.

"Spectrel," she said looking at him. "and you?"

"Phantom," he said curtly, crossing his arms.

"I take it I'm in your haunt," she said putting things together. "I don't mean to be a bother, but cercumstanses can't premit me to leave. I don't mean harm to anyone or anything. I'm the peaceful kind, I just wish to read in the local library and do some sight seeing. This place fasinates me."

"Some speech," the boy grumbled. "Okay, you can stay and I won't bother you, unless you do something to harm anyone here."

"You have my word on it," she said turning to leave. "Good bye Phantom, I hope we can meet again and talk when it isn't so late."

Phantom gave her a confused look before she flew off for her home.

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Chapter 4---

"It was weird," Danny said to his best friends when they sat down for lunch that day outside. "She totally just flew off, but at least she had manners and said good bye."

"What did she mean by talk?" Tucker asked. "As far as I know, ghosts like to fight it out more then talk."

"I don't know, but she said she just wanted to cheak the town out. I said I would let her, but only if she left people alone."

"Has she?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, I can't find a trace of her. If you guys see her, let me know. I kind of want to talk with her myself," Danny shoved food in his mouth and gagged when it went down the wrong pipe.

Sam slammed a hand into his back and he stopped.

"Dude, don't get so up tight about this," Tucker said adjusting his glasses. "You'll kill yourself."

"Not funny Tuck," Danny's eyes glowed green for a minute at his friend.

"Ease up dude, I'm just concerned about you."

Danny sobered up and closed his eyes.

"Sorry Tucker, I didn't get a lot of sleep last night and Lancer's phaze for pop quizes as me on edge."

"We can always help you study you know," Sam said raising an eyebrow. "It's not hard on us or anything."

"But every time that happens a ghost attacks. What's the point of trying if it never works?"

"The point is to keep trying," said a new voice.

The three were startled and looked at their table to see Silvi leaning a hand on the edge of the bench. Danny paled slightly and his heart went into his throat. Had she overheard much? What did she know? Silvi didn't look at him though in a way that was confused, it was encouraging and heartfelt.

"Mind if I sit with you?" she asked sliding in beside Danny. "It's such a beautiful day out and I don't want to miss out on it."

"Are we going to be having class outside?" Sam asked with a hopeful look and to get attention off of Danny, but Silvi wasn't putting him in the spot light.

"Sadly no," Silvi said. "I just want people to draw as they please today. So that I know what assinments to give out."

"Yeah, Mr. Grand was always making us copy something from his desk," Sam snorted.

"Mr. Grand did have his odd ways, even when I was a student."

"You went here?" Tucker asked with his eyes wide.

"I sure did," Silvi smiled. "It's good to be back home."

"Where did you go?" Danny asked, interested now.

"I traveled here and there," Silvi said. "I always wanted to see more of the world, but it was time I got back home and took up a permenint residence. So, I sent in my credentials, got a very good friend to vouch for me, and here I am."

"Where did you travel?" for some reason, talking with Silvi was picking his spirits back up and he was happy again, fears forgotten.

"I traveled to Ierland, Russia, Austrailia for a few weeks even. I spent two years in India, three in England, and I interned at a place that is top secret. My lips have been sworn to silence."

"Cool!" Sam said leaning in further onto the table. "The furthest I've ever been off of this continet is the Carribean."

"I've only stayed in this state," Tucker said taking out his PDA and messing with it.

"I've traveled to Wisconsin a few times," Danny said darkly, remembering the reason for those visits.

"It seems that I have you all beat," Silvi said with laughter in her voice. "Well, I'll see you three in class."

She got up at the same time the bell rang.

"That was weird," Danny said getting up to get back inside the building.

He watched Silvi open a side door and go inside the school, wondering why he felt dreary all of a sudden. It was probably nothing. He shrugged it off and walked down the hall to his next class. Lancer's English class.

"Well, I hope everyone had a good lunch," Lancer said as the students took their seats.

Danny took his reagular seat beside the window. Out of Lancer's way and a good look out spot for any ghosts. Tucker was behind him and Sam was on his right so they could shake him awake if he fell asleep again.

Lancer got out a stack of papers and handed them back out to the class.

"I don't think I need to say anything," he said as he walked around the room. "I say the same thing everytime I do this and I don't know why I bother trying to talk you kids into doing a good job anymore."

Danny's paper floated down to his desk, the giant red F recognizable by its familiarity to the teen. He groaned and shoved it in his bag. He was going to get some heat from his parents tonight for sure. The rest of the day dragged on as more tests were handed out and all were Fs, except for Algerbra, that was an incomplete, a different way to say F in teacher languge. By the time last period rolled around, Danny was banging his head on his locker door in frustration, making a large dent in the metal.

"Danny stop that!" Sam said grabbing his arm and pulling him aside. "What's wrong with you?"

"Everything!" he yelled, eyes glowing green. "I try to do everything I can to keep up but I just can't. I think I should give up on everything. It's hopeless."

"Dude, stop talking like that," Tucker said putting a hand on Danny's shoulder. "You've had a rough day is all."

"Yeah, and no ghosts have attacked today, that's a good thing," Sam said.

"But my bad day is because of the Fs and that wouldn't have happened if the ghosts had just stayed in the Ghost Zone like they should!" Danny slammed his fist into the locker, making it buckle and the whole row down the hall shiver from the impact. "Dammit!" he yelled surprising his friends.

"Let's get out of here before people connect the dots," Tucker said worriedly as he grabbed Danny by one arm.

Sam grabbed the other and they both dragged the angry hybrid to their last class.

When Silvi laid eyes on a very steaming Danny, she almost dropped her pencil. To say that she didn't know the boy had such rage was an understatement. Danny was absolutly livid about something. Earlier, at lunch, he had been depressed with only a hint of anger, now there was no depression, just raw emotion that was eating away at her and calling her like a foghorn. She had to calm him down, but she also wanted to know what was wrong with him.

"Danny," she caught him before he had a chance to sit down.

He was calmer, but still angery at something when she spoke. That was odd, usually ghosts were the only ones affected by her voice, humans were almost nutural to it, but there were some that responded to it stronger then others did. Danny must have been one of those few, but they never reacted that quickly, not even ghosts were under her spell so rapidly, and this was not an intentinal try. Her powers weren't activated, so they weren't at their strongest. Her power leaked out in her voice unintentinally when she wasn't trying to activate the power. It was just a price to pay to keep her secret, besides it was benificial in some ways, this may be one of them.

"Danny what's wrong?" she asked him.

"Nothing," he shrugged her hand away and sat down.

"If you want to talk, my desk is always open. Any time, during school or after."

Offers like this must not have been new to him because he gave her a curt thanks and turned his head away.

Silvi frowned at him and began the class with the troubled feeling that Danny was heading for the deep end. Danny didn't come to her after school was out, but he left an impression on the room that refused to leave.

"Sorry Ed, but I have to cancel our plans," she said into her phone as she got into her car.

"Why?" Lancer asked, but not in a whiny way, more concerned.

"I have some trouble I need to take care of. I promise that we can get together soon, but I think I have my hands full here."

"I understand. Call if you need anything."

"Thanks Ed."

When she got home, she grabbed a book from her shelf and began to skim through it to try and find the right page.

'Today was one of the longest days of my life. I think something is wrong with me. I'm snapping at Ed as if he is a nusaince, but I know he's only trying to help. My foster parents are scared of me I think, even though they don't know my secret. I also feel funny, as if there is this power inside me that is trying to get out, but I don't know how to let it escape. I don't think that I want too, it feel very strong. Maybe I should go to Clockwork about it? I'm continually tired, even though I actually get sleep every now and then. I'm also not eating, just because I'm not hungry, but I'm also loosing a ton of weight at the same time. I know for sure that something is wrong.'

Silvi put her diary back on the shelf and sat in her chair, staring at the computer screen as if it could provide answers. She only had hints and guesses as to why Danny's behaivior changed so adbrutly, but that didn't mean they were right. She had a gut feeling that it she was spot on, but sometimes she could get ahead of herself and she didn't want to be wrong here. It wouldn't be right to ask him, he didn't even want to meet her gaze today, but if this problem wasn't met, then it could have serious consequenses.

She would have to wait this out and see how Danny would change.