A/N Hello, in case you don't know me from my previous stories, I'm Lisa and the writer of this story you are about to read. Please note the following things: 1) Danny may be out of character but there are good reasons for it. 2) This story does not follow the basic lines of the show, as in it's not in Amity Park (yet) and Sam isn't goth, and Danny gets his powers before meeting her. 3)This story takes place in 2004 because that was around the time DP had started (I think) 4) I'm trying so hard to make this story AMAZING so please be patient w/ me, for I only have weekends and a few times a week to type. With that, here is the full summary:

Danny Phantom is new to town, and when he catches the eye of one rather popular girl, Samantha, she decided to dump her popularity and be with him, making her best friend Tiffany so mad she takes her anger out on a certain ghost boy. DxS

Happy Reading.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Danny Phantom or any of its characters. The amazing genius known as Butch Hartman does, and he deserves all the credit, trust me! I do, however, own any OCs that happen to appear, so if you want to use them, ask me!

The Phantom Chronicles

Chapter 1: New Beginnings

September 19, 2004.

I really think it's pointless to write my innermost thoughts in a journal. Seriously, what am I, five? But my mom says it's good for me. Since we just got over a long move from my hometown of Kenosha, Wisconsin, where I grew up, to the big city of Seattle, Washington, she thinks I'll need something to vent to eventually, which she's probably right about.

My parents think this move was for the better. After all, Dad just got offered a big time job at the nation's leading ghost weapon producer, Inventors United, who also happened to be the ones who patented the machine that wraps the plastic around deli toothpicks. Who knew?


My dad won't be making a lot of money, not as much as, say, the CEO, Mr. Manson or something like that, but it was a step up from the way we were living at the time, so he took it and within two months we were packed up and moving to Seattle.

Me, I was just getting settled with my life when the news came, and believe me, I was not ready to leave, but did I have any say in the matter? No. So here I am, stuck in Seattle. As cool as it may seem, it's no picnic. I had a hard enough time at school in Wisconsin, even before the accident, but now I'm going to have to start over, and what with my 'weirdness' it's going to be really hard.

I don't mind really, though. I wasn't used to a lot of friends where I came from, only the occasional few. You see, after the ghosts started showing up, people began to avoid me.

But I'm getting way too ahead of myself, so let me start at the beginning.

My mom and dad are Maddie and Jack Fenton, two of the world's leading ghost hunters and inventors. If there's a ghost weapon out there, chances are my dad invented it, and my mom tweaked it so it would actually work. You see, my dad isn't what you'd call smart. He had B-s in high school and every invention he makes usually causes a disaster of some sort. That's where mom comes in. She's the brains and dad's the brawns, and when I say brawns, I mean like big, fatty brawns. He says he's big boned, but have you seen him eat? If you haven't, then lucky you.


Then there's my sister, Jasmine. She's really just a know-it-all, and when I say know-it-all, I mean she knows IT ALL! She figured out my secret before I could even tell her, and get this, she wants to be a doctor, so naturally she never shuts up. "Danny did you know" and "Danny, can you believe." Yep, that's Jazz.

So anyway, my mom is the one who should have gotten this job, because really she's the one who makes everything work. Well, almost everything. There is one thing neither of them could get to work, and it still haunts me to this day.

The Fenton Portal.

Yes, that's right. About a year ago, right before my freshman year at the local high school, Kenosha North (our rivals were obviously Kenosha South), they finally finished the portal. They had been working on it since college with an old buddy, Vlad, when he was diagnosed with Ecto-Acne and had to spend a while in the hospital, so they continued on without him. Fifteen years later and here it is, except it wasn't working. They had spent all that time and they just couldn't get it to work no matter how they plugged it in or what button they pushed. So this is where my life gets complicated.

Well I was bored one day and I heard my parents fighting about the portal again (it was at least their third spat about it that week) so I decided to take a look, without telling them. As I found out later, that wasn't such a good idea.

I went down to the lab and looked around, for I hadn't been in it in a while. Assuming the big octagon-shaped opening on the right wall was the portal, I got closer. I then realized that I wasn't protected thoroughly, and if there's one thing I learned from my jump-suited dad, it's "Always protect yourself when dealing with ghost related things." So I spotted one of his many jumpsuits, white with black gloves, belt, and boots, and slipped it on because, well, like my dad always said, protection.

Taking a look inside, I figured there was no harm, as it wasn't working anyway, so I stepped in. I looked around and started to walk, but the ground was really slippery and I almost fell. Reaching for something to grab onto, that's when "it" happened. My hand grabbed the nearest thing, which was a lever, and upon falling, it got pulled down. I had never felt that much pain in my life. Really, it hurt that bad. I honestly thought I would die, which in a way, you could say that I did.

I really don't remember anything that happened over the next three or so hours before I woke up inside the portal, but what I saw upon running out and looking in the reflective surface of one of the many lab tables sent chills up my spine.

There I was, sort of. My normal jet-black hair was a pure snowy white, and my eyes were bright green. The jumpsuit I had been wearing was now black with white boots, gloves, and belt. I really thought I was just crazy and tired, but then my hand fell through the table and hit the floor.

Okay, that was not normal.

So now here I am, over a year later, and I've got these ghost powers. I know what you're thinking. That I'm insane and that this is some sort of fiction novel, but you're wrong. This is me. My name is Danny Fenton.

Or, as the other ghosts call me, Danny Phantom.

"Danny!" Maddie called for about the hundredth time. "You're going to be late for school, Honey!"

Danny finally regained his mind with the real world and threw the diary and pen aside.

It was his first day of school as a sophomore at Isaac Morris University, or IMU. It was really one of the best high schools in the Seattle area, but then again, its only competition was the high school in the ghetto part of town.

"Sorry, Mom! I'll be down in a sec!" Danny yelled back as he got up and dug through his clothes that were yet to be unpacked. Throwing things everywhere, he finally found his favorite shirt and jeans and put them on in a rush.

'Not that it matters if I'm late,' he told himself as he ran out of the room and down the stairs.

"There you are, Honey. You had better eat up so you'll be ready for your first day," Maddie said with a smile, shoving a plate of eggs in front of him.

"Why bother," he said under his breath as he scooped up some eggs.

"Why bother? Well, the first day at a new school is always the day people make impressions and you want to make a good impression, right, Danny?" his sister said from next to him.

"Not really. I see no reason to have to worry about making friends anyway. If someone wants to talk to me then they can. I won't stop them. But I'm perfectly fine with only a few friends like back in Wisconsin," Danny responded.

"You mean Barf Bag and Dr. Nerd?" Jazz asked, referring to Danny's two previous friends back "home." Barf Bag was really a kid named Joey Struble, who had a sick habit of throwing up at odd moments, like when Danny's mom made him brownies and they had nuts (he hated nuts). And, well, Dr. Nerd was really Tommy Lawson, the smartest kid in school. He knew everything there was to know about math and science, literally. He and Jazz could have gotten married or something and then maybe Danny wouldn't have to listen to his sister's theories anymore.

"I don't know where you got those nicknames, Jazz, but they were great friends," Danny retaliated.

"Whatever, little brother. I'm just saying, maybe you could try a little harder at this school."

"Fine." And with that, Danny got up and grabbed his things. "Mom, tell Dad I said good luck with the new job. I'm finding my own way to school."

Before Jazz or Maddie could retaliate, he had slammed the front door.

"Well what's up with that?"

"Little brothers." Jazz sighed as she finished her bacon.

Once outside, Danny quickly looked around to see if anyone was coming, before he concentrated and turned into his alter ego, Danny Phantom. He then flew off into the sky and headed for the school.

"So, girls, can you see a difference?" Tiffany asked her group of friends.

"A little, but I really see no reason why you need to tan everyday anyway," Samantha replied.

"Well, you see, I have to keep my skin a specific color in order to live up to the standards," she said, batting her hair out of her face.

"Whatever you say, Tiff. You're the boss, after all," Janae told her.

"So true. Ooh, look, here comes Jake!" she said excitedly as the rather hot boy walked by. "Hey, Jake, want to hook up some time!?" she called while batting her eyes and flirting like crazy as he walked by.

"Yeah, sure, Tiffany, just not now. I gotta get to class," he said, rushing by.

"Well he wasn't worth it anyway," she complained as she turned around. "Hold up, who's this?"

She was looking right past her friend Stacy at a teen about their age who was trying to get his locker open.

"I think he's new. Why?" Stacy asked.

"No reason. How 'bout we go give him the big welcome wagon?" Tiffany asked as she started to walk towards him.

"I don't think that's such a good idea," Samantha said to herself as the rest of the gang followed Tiffany over to the new boy's locker.

"Hi!" Tiffany said rather cheerily as she approached the boy.

Startled, he dropped the slip of paper with his combination on it and looked up, only to find himself staring at one Tiffany Brickwell. The first thing he noticed about her was that she was really tan. That, and her shoulder-length brown hair was in magnificent curls. Around her neck was a necklace with a golden 'T' hanging on the end. 'That must have cost a lot of money,' he told himself.

She was wearing a baby blue tank top with laced sleeves and lace at the bottom by her waist. He couldn't help but stare at her hips because her jeans were that tight—so tight that they made her butt stick out just a little too much. She also had on a shiny silver belt, and to complete the outfit, bright blue flip-flops.

"Umm what exactly are you looking at?" Tiffany asked rudely, seeing Danny's eyes dart from her hair back to her butt and so on.

"Nothing," Danny replied quickly, finally removing his gaze.

"Good. Well anyway, I'm Tiffany and these are my friends," she said, gesturing to the three girls behind her, all of who waved shyly at Danny.

"What?...Oh, sorry. I'm Danny, Danny Fenton," he told them, realizing he hadn't given them his name yet. But seeing Tiffany's expression, he soon regretted it.

"Fenton? Your dad wouldn't be the one who just got that LOSER job at Mr. Manson's company, would he?" Tiffany asked coldly.

"Yeah, that's him, but he's not a loser," Danny retaliated.

"Whatever. We better get going. Come on, girls. See ya around, loser," Tiffany finished as she motioned for her friends to follow.

"Hey, sorry about that. I'm Samantha, by the way, Samantha Manson."

Danny had turned back to his locker as they left, only to hear one of Tiffany's friends had stayed behind for a second. Not that Danny really cared. They were all jerks to him anyway.

"So it's your dad who hired my dad. Well tell him that he can keep his money, because we don't want it," Danny grumbled as he turned back to his locker.

"Hey, I'm sorry she acted like that. She's usually really cool," Samantha tried to explain.

Danny sighed and turned around, and just stared for a minute.

He hadn't gotten a good look at Tiffany's friends before, but seeing Samantha now, he decided she was a lot prettier than Tiffany, or at least in his eyes. She had long, elbow-length hair that was a beautiful shade of brown, just a little darker than her friend's. Her eyes were deep purple and she was wearing a matching purple-pink tee. She had a rather cute skirt on that was a dark shade of blue, and was wearing very stylish purple docs on her feet.

He quickly removed his gaze when he noticed she was staring back at him funnily.

"Yeah, that's what they all say. Listen, I don't need you guys' sympathy, or anything, really. I can find my own friends."

"I know you can. Tiffany wouldn't have been caught dead with you anyway. She always does that to new kids."

'Well that's refreshing,' Danny thought.

"That new kid is strange, isn't he, girls?" Tiffany asked the gang, then realizing Samantha wasn't with them, turned around and saw her talking to the loser.

"Hey, Samantha, come on. We don't have time to waste with losers like him!" she called to her friend.

Upon hearing Tiffany call for her, Samantha sighed. "Well, I'd better go. Here, you dropped this," she said, handing him the paper with his combination he had dropped earlier.

"See ya around!" Samantha said as she turned and left.

And with that she was gone.

Danny kept staring for a few seconds until the bell rang.

"Crap! My first day and I'm late!" he said to himself as he hurried off to class.

"I really don't know what you see in HIM," Tiffany complained later that day at lunch as she picked at her salad, like always.

"I don't see anything. I was just being nice, seriously. I'll probably never talk to him again," Samantha told her back.

"Good, because you know that you have to keep your mind on other things, like my math homework, because—"

"Because if you don't pass, you can't cheer, I know," Samantha finished for her. "Like that's ever going to change."

"And speaking of change…Janae, you know that my parents are going to be gone tonight, right?" Tiffany added, hinting at something.

"Yeah, I know. I'll be over at six to babysit, okay?" Janae explained. "Although I really don't know what's so important she can't do it like she's supposed to," she told herself under her breath.

"So…who's up for tanning after school!? Daddy just gave me forty dollars last night for no reason!" Tiffany said happily, while the rest of the gang just grumbled in reply. "Fine, I'll go by myself."

"Seriously, Tiff, your dad is like the coolest dad in the world," Stacy commented.

"Yuck! You can have him. All I need is his money!" Tiffany said in disgust. As a rule, her dad could be, well…embarrassing. Really embarrassing.

"Well maybe if you'd get a job…" Samantha suggested.

"And what, get these hands covered in dog poop working at the shelter like you do? I don't think so!" she answered rudely.

"Whatever."

As good as Tiffany's day was going, that's how bad it was going for Danny. He was late to his first hour and his third (due to a certain ghost rummaging through the cardboard recycling bin outside) and he ended up sitting alone at lunch. Not that he cared. He was fine with not having any friends. 'That way no one gets hurt like back in Wisconsin,' he had told himself a million times.

But it was only to get worse. Classes ended at 3:30 down at IMU and it seemed like Danny's day was finally getting better. He hadn't missed a single one of his last three classes, which was a record for him.

He was walking home by himself when he saw Tiffany and the gang up ahead. He just ignored them as he walked by. Tiffany, on the other hand, did not ignore him.

"HEY!" she called out as he walked by.

When he kept walking, she ran up behind him. "HELLO! Loser, wake up!" she yelled at him.

Danny suddenly turned around and glared at her, his eyes flashing green. "Do. Not. Call. Me. A. LOSER!"

"Whoa, buddy! No one tells Tiff what to do. No one!" Janae shouted as she and the other two came running up to protect Tiffany.

"Well maybe it's time someone did," Danny retaliated as he just walked off. After that, none of them followed him.

"What was that about?" Stacy asked.

"I don't know, but there's something FREAKY about that kid," Tiffany said. "Come on, girls. Let's get out of here." And with that, she and the girls walked the other way. Only Samantha looked back to see the boy walking home with his head down.

Danny's new home was about a mile from the school, but flying could greatly reduce that time down to about five minutes, although he didn't want to fly as much anymore. After what had happened at school with Tiffany and the loser thing, he had decided to try to keep a low profile as Danny Phantom, and only go ghost when it was serious.

Seeing as he was already being considered a freak, he didn't want the ghost thing to make it worse. After all, once the ghosts found out where he was, he would be swarmed with them.

So he walked home, or he was, when suddenly he stopped to emit a small icy breath from his mouth. 'Not now,' he complained to himself as he ran into an empty alley.

"GOIN' GHOST!" he cried as he quickly transformed from Fenton to Phantom in no time flat. Flying off into the air, he started to look around for the problem, only to find it was Technus, the electronic ghost, invading a local appliance store.

"I, Technus, master of all things wired and electronic, shall use the powers in these microwaves to take over the world!" he cried as microwaves flew everywhere and people ran out of the store.

"I don't think so!" Danny shouted as he sent an ecto-beam straight at Technus, hitting him in the back and causing him to turn around.

"Ghost Child! You shall not defeat me, Technus, master of all things electronic!" he exclaimed as he caught sight of Danny.

"More like master of not shutting up!" Danny taunted back as Technus flew towards him, heading in for a straightforward attack. But luckily, Danny was able to turn intangible just in time.

"You're going to have to do better than that!" he called to the ghost, starting to get just a little bit cocky as he pulled off the lid of his thermos and aimed it at Technus. Within seconds, the ghost was being sucked into the blue stream and captured within the cylindrical container.

"That was too easy," Danny said to himself.

"WOW!"

Danny looked down to see a little boy pointing up at him, his mouth open in awe. 'So much for keeping a low profile,' he thought as he looked down at the large crowd, all of who were pointing and staring.

"Umm, nothing to see here!" Danny said loudly as he quickly flew off.

The slamming of the door and the loud stomping of feet going up the stairs an hour later only meant one thing to Jazz. Danny had had a very bad day of school.

"Danny, you in there?" she asked kindly, knocking on his door.

"Go away, Jazz. I'm not in the mood," came Danny's voice from the other end.

"Fine, but if you ever need me, I'm here for you," she told him, leaving with a sigh.

'I just wish my problems were the kind that could be solved that way,' Danny told himself as she left.

A/N So each chapter will be starting like that, w/ a journal entry from Danny. I'm doing this because I didn't want to do 3rd person BUT I wanted the reader to know what's going on with Danny more than the others. Also do you like my new OC, Tiffany? I have a whole 2 page bio on her if you want to see it. A few names are also refs to people at school, like my best friend is named Janae and their are two guys at my school names Tommy Struble and Joey Lawson (get it?) Well umm just leave reviews guys, I REALLY want to know what you thought of this!

Lisa