Senior year…
Who knew he'd actually make it this far?
What, with the ghost hunting, hiding a secret identity, homework, friends, homework, being a part-time celebrity, homework… Did he mention homework?
Well, no matter how he got here, Danny Fenton was a senior at Casper High, along with his two best-friends, Sam Manson, and Tucker Foley. Over the years, the three had grown into their bodies, filling out and shooting up like weeds. With their bodies, their styles had matured as well, changing into things befitting of eighteen year olds.
Danny still dressed as casually as ever, though had learned how to cover his body up more. Such was necessary, considering how much muscle ghost fighting had created. He'd taken to wearing mostly black, since it gave a 'sliming' illusion. Most often, he was seen in a black hoodie, donning the Danny Phantom symbol above the left pectoral. It was small as to not bring up suspicion, but there none the less. Blue jeans were replaced with black, and red sneakers with combat boots (yes, Sam suggested he wear them). Messy ink black locks had been somewhat tamed, trimmed back so he could see better when flying.
Sam had of course kept with her gothic style, but had made some drastic changes that turned her into a fine young lady. Her black hair was now tinged a deep shade of purple, creating a wide spectrum of violet in the sunlight that was simply stunning. Even Paulina had commented on the beauty of it. The locks were tied up in a somewhat spiky ponytail, and the bangs were ditched for two sections of hair falling on either side of her head. Sam's mid-drift was no longer exposed, having long since been covered by a deep reddish-purple dress shirt with thin neon green pinstripes. The buttons were left undone to her ribs, but she was fairly covered with a black camisole and a wide pleather belt around her waist. Her plaid skirt was exchanged for shorts, decorated with zippers and buttons, making it far easier for her to run after ghosts. Thigh-high black socks were a part of her daily wardrobe now too, but she had never ditched her combat boots. Around her neck she wore a black velvet choker, coming together at a silver Danny Phantom symbol, lined with beautiful emeralds. She also switched her purple lipstick for a stunning dark red, pairing it with a beautiful smoky eye.
Tucker had thankfully moved on from his red beret, instead donning a black and white beanie with the Danny Phantom symbol stitched in on the right side. They all had decided they wear it somewhere on them to show whose side they were on. The yellow of his shirt was swapped for a medium red, and his cargo pants were swapped for jeans of the same color. Construction boots were his shoe of choice. And they were great for kicking lower level ghosts when fighting. Thanks to a long conversation with Technus, Tucker was now fully equipped with a belt that held and hid all of his and the team's gear, all the while looking like a normal belt. The accessory was black with bright green circuitry, though it looked like nothing more than a nerdy belt to the outside world. In action, however, anything and everything came from that belt. It was truly a sight to see. Having an alliance with a technology obsessed ghost had its perks.
Danny was now the tallest of the bunch, having met a height to rival his father's at six-foot-three, and was now taller than the six-foot tall Dash. He had long since grown into his long limbs, having a tasteful amount of muscle underneath his battle-worn skin. His body was perfectly built, each muscle having the power of two bulldozers behind it; there was no trace of scrawny Danny Fenton anywhere. Danny's face was leaner and far more handsome without the baby fat on his face, leaving him listed as one of Casper High's hunks. Fortunately, no one knew of his scar-riddled body except Sam and Tuck, and he planned to keep it that way. Advanced healing could only do so much sometimes.
Sam leveled out at the halfa's shoulder, having learned to glare up at Danny when he made a stupid or nonsensical remark. The only female in the group had also built up muscle from fighting, though it was nothing that affected her silhouette (something Danny and many boys were thankful for). The Goth had her share of scars too, but could pass for near flawless skin far sooner than Danny or Tucker could.
Tucker had grown to be only two inches taller than Sam, which was something he complained about on a regular basis. While he was no wear near Danny in muscle tone (the kid had a perfect six-pack for God's sake), he too had built up to be more of an athlete. The three managed to be near the top of the class in P.E. last year, of course holding back to not arise suspicion.
All of them had grown and changed over the past three years, maturing into fine young adults, ready to enter their senior year of high school.
What could go wrong, right?
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"Really Sam, I think I can handle the first day without you in every class." Danny said with an amused smile, slinging his neon green backpack over his shoulder as his locker door slammed shut.
Sam was concerned with the amount of ghost attacks recently, and was currently devising a plan to sneak around after Danny to protect him.
It wasn't going well.
"But Danny!" Sam whined, pouting up at the halfa with her best attempt at puppy eyes. Unfortunately for her, Danny was immune to such a stare.
"Sam, I'm sure Danny will be fine. One of the most powerful beings in existence, remember?" Tucker intervened with a grin, clapping said powerful being on the back.
"Ugh, don't remind me Tuck. Anyway, we've got the first two periods together, so don't worry about it. I'll be fine." Danny insisted, shaking his head at the look Sam was giving him.
Thankfully, she had stopped throwing her boots at people.
Danny led the way to their first period class, ignoring the girls that stared at him with lovesick eyes, and shooting a death glare at any boy who looked at Sam the wrong way.
Sometimes he missed being completely invisible to the other students.
In no time at all, the trio had taken their seats in their first class—English with Mr. Lancer.
Somehow, the poor man had gotten stuck teaching both ninth and twelfth grade.
Deciding to sit near the front in case of an emergency, Team Phantom started talking of their after school plans, debating on Nasty Burger or a movie. Meanwhile, the rest of the class pooled in slowly, all diverting to their own cliques and friends, with Mr. Lancer close behind them.
Immediately, the balding teacher set about writing 'Welcome to English 12!' on the blackboard, then proceeding to hand out a syllabus to the students.
The bell had rung by now, and the chatter from the hallways had died down to silence. Mr. Lancer took the opportunity to gain everyone's attention, clearing his throat and calling out several times.
Teenagers…
Eventually, the man managed to gain the class's attention, going on to speak in his typical monotone way of drawling on.
While Lancer went on to say things about 'familiar faces' and 'how excited he was to teach us', Danny chose to tune out the world in hopes Sam or Tucker would have anything important written down for him to see later on.
Instead, the ghost boy started to doodle himself beating up the box ghost, thinking that it was far more entertaining than whatever Lancer's speech had to offer.
Somehow, the hour went by quicker than he expected, letting the trio file out into the hallway along with their classmates.
Only to meet with Dash and his lackey's, of course.
That's just how things seemed to work around Casper High.
Even though Danny had to look down at Dash now, the blonde still thought of Danny as his favorite punching bag.
"Hey, Fentonia!" Danny groaned, much like a child that had been told to go to bed early would.
He was so not in the mood for Dash. It was the first day of school for heaven's sake!
"What do you want, Dash?" Danny asked in a bored tone of voice.
"To stuff your head in a locker, that's what!" The jock smirked cruelly, cracking his knuckles in way that sent most students fleeing.
Danny yawned.
"Okay, Dash, I'm really not in the mood for this. It's the first day, so save it for someone else." Danny said, in a tone of voice one would normally use with a child.
Shaking his head, the halfa and his chuckling friends walked calmly passed an incredulous Dash, going on to their next class with a bit of a wider birth between students.
Word got around like wildfire around that school…
Now comfortably seated in his Physics class, Danny and his friends had only one thought in mind:
It's going to be a long year.
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This is the first chapter of many, and probably going to be the shortest. There wasn't much dialogue for a reason, but the other chapters should have more! This is my first Fan Fiction, so please be kind. Criticism welcomed! I have a lot planned for this story, so I hope that you follow it for more. C:
I do not own Danny Phantom.