Authoress's Notes: Um...I'm gonna do two episodes in a chap, unless it's a movie, then it's one. Don't worry, I won't abandon this, and it's in episode order.

Disclaimer: Dunno Butch Hartman. How would I own?

Hola. My name's Jessica Danielle Fenton. And I'm failing Spanish.

Let me explain. I'm also a rare halfa, or half-girl, half-ghost. I haven't had time to study because I live in Huron Park, aka the ghost capital of the world. I suppose you wanna know what half-killed me? Well, I'm gonna tell you, and list some of my more recent misadventures.

My parents are ghosthunters. They don't know my alter-ego, Dani Phantom, is me. Ghost, ectoguns, "rip it apart molecule by molecule"? You see why now? I was gonna use Jessi as my cover, but Jessi Fenton, Jessi Phantom? So I decided to take my middle name, Danielle, and shorten it to Dani, for Dani Phantom. So back to what I was blathering on about.

I was in the lab with my best friends, Sam and Taylor, and my mom and dad plugged in the "Specter Shrieker" or whatever they called it. Fizz, fazz, FLAT. I put on my favorite belly-suit hazmat, the one with my dad's face on it, over my t-shirt with the red oval and jeans. I ripped it off, the sticker I mean, and replaced it with a "D" for Danielle. I go by Dani (or Jessi) in school, though my name is Jessica. I like Danielle, it's a cute name.

I walked into the portal-like thing, and felt on the wall. My gloved hands met with a button and I pressed it, not thinking of anything except, I could die in here. I'm just an innocent ninth grader at Casper Northern. I'm too young to die. Fourteen's too young, right?

Suddenly, pain ripped through my body. Sam, being the gentleman he is, helped me stagger out, while Taylor was gawking at how high a pitch my shriek was. I have a healthy set of lungs.

Don't judge me.

"J-J-Jessi?" Sam said to me. He held up a mirror. My newly-blue hair replaced a blond, shaggy mop, and my newly-purple eyes replaced cold, icy blue.

"Sam!" I screamed. "I think I died! Oh my god!"

Sam was a gentlemanly-type, but Goth, therefore morbid. He poked me in the stomach...Hard. I then panicked and somehow transformed into human form...Or semi-human form, as I would realize later.

Not a month later, Sam, who was an eco-environmentalist and vegan, had gotten the three-thousand-year-old lunch ladies to change the menu to "turfwich", whatever the heck that was. I soon was cornered by Dash, jock and resident bully, and slipped past. Just let it go...

I could kill him with a flick of my hands. And yes...Much as I hate to (not really) admit it, I wanted to.

My ghost sense went off as a green old bat with flamey pink hair cornered me. "Excuse me, are you the halfa everyone's talking about, dearie? Dani Phantom, if I'm correct?"

"Ecto Dream," I muttered. A ring of light slipped around my slim waist, and Dani Phantom took place of me, resident loser at CN. I put my hands on my hips, and stared her straight in the eyes, which were a pukey-colored yellow. An eyebrow arched. "If I said no, that'd be like saying I was Miss Popularity."

"WHY DID YOU CHANGE THE MENU?" the Lunch Lady roared. Sam motioned for me to punch the ghost, and my mom and dad leapt in, well, my mom did, my dad fell on his face. I looked at him, Sam, I mean, and his periwinkle eyes locked mine. I'd loved those periwinkle-colored orbs. Ever since Pre-K, when I met him. They always filled with hope and concern for me, more so in the last month, effect of my halfa-ness. I smiled at him, oh, how I wish he could see he was perfect for me.

"Th-the Fenton Thermos, Dani!" Sam only got flustered around moi, and though Taylor was pretty, he hadn't gotten flustered near her. Nor Paulina. Techno-Geek Taylor. Me and Sam could talk for hours, days, and still had sleepovers, even at the age most dads would have banned boys. My big sister, Jazmina, or "Jazz", had friends, but she was a wallflower. I was a wallcrawler.

Oh. Yeah. Thermos. Strapped on my mom, Maddie's, back. Crud. She threw it at me, apparently 'cause it hadn't worked, bonking it on my head. I looked at it. "Thanks, Mo _ Maddie!" I turned intangible, my powers streaming into the soup-carrier and sucking up the Lunch Lady.

I was tackled by Sam and Taylor when I touched the ground. "Ugh, citizens, OFF."

"You could've died...Again!" Sam screamed. "I was seriously worried about you."

"I'm a GHOST. Ghosts can't die." I smirked, as Sam and Taylor hated my deadpanning.

Deadpan deadpan deadpan.

Aw crud. Aragon, though had he not hypnotized me with that STUPID amulet, was a dragon.

I was casually walking around in my room, and finally working on Spanish. Aragon rang my doorbell, and I transformed, my purple-and-black hazmat showing off.

"I got it, Dad!" I yelled, and ran off. (I flew off, but that's fyeo.)

"Hello?" I asked. Aragon kissed my hand.

"Hello milady, could I have the honor of going to the ball with Dani Phantom?"

Something told me to say no, but when Aragon pulled that amulet out, I said yes. Dorathea, his sister, appeared and handed me the reigns of his stallions. I smiled and jumped on.

At the ball, Sam and Taylor spied on me. As soon as Aragon left my side to go get some punch, Sam pounced on him and sucked him into the Thermos. I saw and my eyes glowed. I growled at him. Taylor saw a tail begin to show out from under my Cinderella-like gown and hit the pressure-point on my neck, stunning me long enough for her to get my necklace off.

Sam shook his head and pointed to the DJ. "Slow-dance?"

I smiled, my teeth glowing. "Yeah, I'd love to. Tay?"

Taylor smiled at me and held out the amulet. Sam and I danced on and on into the night.

So I did get my fairytale ending after all.

Authoress's Notes: Ah yes! I danced with Sam! And my pants didn't fall down! Yay!