OK SO I'm going to apologize in advance for any grammatical or spelling errors and I do not own the story, characters, or anything about this. I wish i did though... And HUGE MASSIVE AWESOME thanks to Donteatacowman for allowing my to write this story based off her fanfiction Phantasm: A Ghost Story. Its amazing and I really suggest you read it its amazing my favorite and really really great. go check all her stories out :3 Shes a great person whom I can only dream of matching with my writing. (Thanks so much for letting me do this) Also this is my first ever fanfiction and really first story someone other then my family is reading it so who knows? Its could be horrible I really hope not...
ANYWAY without further adooo (adoe? adoo? hmm) hope you like it
I had always known that discovery was inevitable. Something was bound to happen that would let the cat out of the bag, although I had never, ever, planned for this. Passing out and changing back to Fenton? Yes. Finally finding the right words and manning up? Yes. But this? I didn't even know it was possible, let alone a potential issue. But of course we're getting ahead of ourselves. So let's start from the beginning.
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It had been a wonderful day - or at least as wonderful as his day could be. Danny had enjoyed almost 6 hours of sleep, gotten to school on time, and had avoided Dash all the while. Things couldn't get better. Just as the late bell rand Mr. Lancer walked to the front of the class and cleared his throat "now class, I understand that whatever you are talking about must be of utmost importance, however it is time to be quiet and pay attention. At the end of class I have an announcement that many of you might find interesting or intriguing." Before Danny could even begin to wonder he saw a folded piece of paper fall onto his desk
"what do you think it could be?" considering the writing was still legible, he knew that it must have been from Sam. He pondered possibilities for a second, and then noting notable or possible came to mind he scribbles down his response
"I don't have the faintest idea. It could be anything from a field trip to something as simple as him handing back last weeks essays. Hopefully the former considering we both know how Dash probably did and how he reacts to the news" Quickly folding it back up and passing it back to Sam, he looked towards the front of the room in a futile attempt to try and understand what Mr. Lancer was droning on about. Just as he had figured out that they were discussing the book he was supposed to have read last week he saw the note fall back on his desk. Welcoming the distraction he opened it up and read the writing
"haha yeah, although didn't you say you spent some time on that? Aren't you eager to see if that hard work you did in stead of DOOM payed off?" It was true, he had sacrificed some of his precious video game time with Tucker and had worked on perfecting (or at least as close to perfect as possible given the constant ghost interruptions and lack of time used) the essay and was happy with how it turned out; complete and on time. However he definitely preferred the field trip than the beating he would receive from Dash. His thoughts were suddenly cut short when a loud cough pulled him from his thoughts.
"Mr. Fenton, would you care to share the how you feel about the text to the class?" Of course Danny, too busy working on the essay, had failed to read the book. after all, it was poetry. when after high school would he ever read and analyze poetry?
"Sorry Mr. Lancer, I didn't read the book" he responded, putting as much remorse as possible into his voice. He really didn't want to get a detention after class and ruin the fine day.
"Hmm ok I'll accept that this time, but only because for once you were not only on time, but also finished the assignment I'm handing back today on time too." He sighed and continued on, completely oblivious to Danny's reaction to the news that not only was the returning of the assignments not the announcement, but also the fact that he would have to make a mad dash for the exit as soon a the bell rang. Deciding not to push his luck, he crumpled the note and shoved it in the pocket of his binder for later disposal and pretended to look interested in the class.
The clock seemed to tick by ever so slowly, the second had acting almost as clockwork had willed it to slow to a crawl. There was ten minutes left in class and he was getting more anxious about the announcement. Finally Mr. Lancer concluded his long speech about some funky characters and how they had committed the purest act of love possible. He walked to his desk and pulled out some forms, passing them to the first person of every row. "As you may know, the ghost attacks in town don't appear to be going away, and for some time now the school has been looking for a way to not only inform and educate, but also to protest our students from any ghost attacks-" before he could finish Paulina cut him off
"But why? There's no need! The ghost boy always comes to save us! Especially me. He even knows my name!" Danny rolled his eyes at that. It would be nice for people to have knowledge about ghosts in case he wasn't there immediately, as long as the knowledge was credible and accurate. Or at least as close to accurate as possible without throwing him under the bus. And he unbeknownst so her, he only knew her name because she was in his class. He had long since gotten over her. she was nothing but a self centered fool who thought everyone idolized her.
"As I was saying Ms. Sanchez, in case something happens and Phantom isn't there immediately or even at all. So the school has decided to request that the Fentons prepare some small gadgets and allow our class to have a tour of their lab. These forms are for permission to allow you off school premises, and to say that you understand the risks and duties of entering a lab. You have a week to submit them back to me or you will not be attending. This trip is free off charge, excepts you from the entire day of school. The address is on the sheet, and with the exception of Mr. Fenton, we will all meet here next Wednesday at 8:00 and walk to the Fentons." With each word the teacher spoke Danny shrunk a little lower into his seat. Oh how he wished he could go invisible and intangible right now and leave, but seeing as he really didn't want to risk being exposed, he decided angst it and simply looked down as much as possible. "Now seeing as we have run out of time, I will be returning your essays tomorrow." With that the bell rang, signaling his escape from class. He grabbed his bag and walked out of class with Sam and Tucker hot on his tail.
"Awe man this trip doesn't seem like such a good idea..." Tucker said as he caught up
"yeah Danny, not only is there like, a million things in your parents lab that could blow you to high heaven, but also the entire class in the lab right next to them? It just seems like a lack of foresight on the schools part to allow a class full of teens into a potentially dangerous, to everyone lab." Sam commented, stating what everyone was clearly thinking.
"yeah I know. I agree with you too, tats no place for me, let alone my whole class. I'm sure my parents fought hard to get the school to do this, but I know for sure something bad is bound to happen. Oh well, let just hope no one gets those forms signed and this is just chalked up as failure due to lack of interest." Now all that was left to do was wait for the week to end and see how things turned out.
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In hindsight, It probably wasn't smart to even allow it to happen and not talk to my parents about it, but Jazz would be there and me parents weren't complete idiots most of the time, so I had simply hoped for the best. If I had the chance to change it now, I probably would have done something extreme as faking a sickness or blowing something up to cancel the trip. Noting big, just enough to make the place a mess so that it would need to be postponed and probably cancelled. Sigh. It's nice to think about.
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So the day had come. On Tuesday Mr. Lancer had announced that almost the whole class had returned their forms, clearly mistaking their enthusiastic response for interest in the program rather than a day off school. Sam and Tucker wanted to be there with him, and have saved the extra trip to school, however Mr. Lancer had informed them that they would be marked as absent if they didn't show up in class. I was the only exception considering it was my house in the first place. Now all that was left was for Danny to wait on his couch for the class to arrive. Considering it took his at least fifteen minutes to walk to school he figured that he had some time. His parents were already downstairs in the lab excitedly preparing for the tour, so he assumed that there wouldn't be anything needing to be cleaned up. That just left either doing his chores, or making some food and who wouldn't choose the latter? After a quick snack the doorbell rang and even before he could get up his mother and father ran and opened it, giving the class a very excited welcome. "Hello! You must be Mr. Lancer and the rest of Danny's class! Before we start we would just like to go over some safety things over in the living room, so if you don't mind joining Danny on the couch over there" Maddie said, gesturing to where Danny was "It would be greatly appreciated." As the kids took in their surrounding, the slowly mulled over to the couch area. Considering it wasn't made for almost 25 teenagers, the room was quite full and only the A-listers got the couch, pushing Danny off it even though it was his house to begin with.
"So, let's begin with ghosts! What do you know about ghosts?" Jack said bouncing around like a child waiting to open a toy on Christmas. Before anyone could answer though, Maddie quickly intervened
"How about first we talk about the safety rules and guidelines for the lab, then continue this conversation downstairs honey?"
"well I guess there would be more room..." He sounded slightly deflated but not enough to hinder his excitement.
"Ok Great! So first lets go over rules, because I know you all probably want to see the important stuff. First is that no one is to tough anything unless we allow it. This means a verbal confirmation so no one gets any funny ideas." queue the snicker from Dash and crew "and also please do not, under any circumstances press any buttons. Got it? Two simple rules." With her explanation compete she scanned the crowd for some sort of confirmation. Considering the simplicity of the rules I figured that for most they wouldn't be too difficult, although the A-listers seemed to be pretty into their own conversation so I made a mental note to keep an eye on them. And now that the obligatory silence was no longer needed, the room erupted with chatter. Everyone had something to say, and they were definitely not going to stay quiet any longer.
"Ok guys let's hope all goes well" Sam whispered to us
"Yeah I mean what's the worst that could happen?" Tucker whispered back. Immediately Sam and I gave him dirty looks
"Come on! Now you've jinxed us! Something's bound to happen now!" I said as quietly as I could while still getting my aggravation across.
"Well is that's it lets go!" said Jack, oblivious to the clear lack of order around him. They both then turned and lead the way to the stairs, the class eagerly following behind them with Tucker, Sam, me, and Mr. Lancer at the rear.
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At this point my hopes were still high, seeing as I figured no one would be dumb enough to disobey the rules when entering an area full of weapons, unstable samples, and most things they don't understand. But I guess one will always underestimate the stupidity of teenagers in a foreign space, and oh how wrong was I.
Ok so good? Bad? Too short? well there's only probably going to be a few more chapters because its not a long plot but I promise I get to the juicy stuff next chapter! leave a review if you want, it'd be great to hear how you thing :) thanks for reading!