A/N: Hello everyone! I am Ghost Artist, but you can call me Ghost. This is my first fanfic on this site, and its Danny Phantom related, so I can't promise it will be the best thing in the world, and I probably screwed up the little tiny bit of formatting, but lets see how it turns out!
Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom or any of its characters. I only own the characters I create, which are most of them actually.
Prologue
Ten years after Danny Phantom saved the entire earth, humans have found ways to stop the ghosts. They found out how to stop all the portals to the ghost world. The threat of ghosts was ultimately forgotten. The lack of ghosts meant that there was no need for a hero to save the earth. Danny Phantom was only mentioned in modern history books, forgotten everywhere else. He kept his powers, but never used them. He married Sam Manson, and they had a child. The world seemed to be back to normal.
Sam was holding her child for the first time. "She's beautiful," she said.
Danny was kneeling on the side of the hospital bed, stroking the crying baby's head. He felt the thin, soft hair. "Can I hold her?" He asked.
Sam carefully handed the baby to Danny. "I named her Heather," she said.
"It's perfect," Danny said. He held Heather close to him. He felt a tiny chill go down his spine as he picked her up. He couldn't help but notice that a tiny patch of her hair wasn't dark blonde, it was white.
"Sir, I'm noticing some fluctuations in the data." A ghost pulled out a paper from a printer.
A larger ghost walked up to him. "Find out what it is. Take a research team to that location and report act to me."
The small ghost picked up a backpack and a sheathed sword. "Yes, sir."
Chapter One: Middle School
Heather just finished up brushing her black hair and looked at herself in the mirror. Her vivid green eyes seemed to glow with her excitement. She ran downstairs, grabbed her backpack and lunch, and was about to go out the door when her mother Sam snagged her by her white hoodie.
"Hugs!" Sam said to Heather. They hugged and Heather left for school.
Heather stopped at the corner to get her best friend, Alex.
Alex had roller skates on. Heather laughed. "Alex, there's no roller skating team at school!"
"I want to be impressive!" He said. "If you want to be popular, you've got to be cool." Alex did a spin trick on his skates. He had been roller skating for as long as Heather could remember, and he was a master at it.
Heather sighed as Alex nearly fell when he was dodging a rock. "Take those things off, the school won't allow it."
After Alex put on some real shoes, the duo walked to their school in a quick ten minutes.
Alex stopped in front of the door of Amity Park Middle School. "Welcome to seventh grade. It's a new school. Who are you gonna be?"
Heather moved her hair so the white strip of hair was hidden under her black hair. "I know I'm not gonna be skunk girl again. Let's go."
"The fluctuations in the data have been the same for twelve years. We don't need to worry."
"You do need to worry!" The large ghost yelled. "Twelve years is a short time in this business. You can't just ignore this! Anything can happen!"
Suddenly, the graphing machine beeped. The small ghost looked at the paper that was printed. "This is not good."
The large ghost growled. "Now you see what I mean."
A/N: I hope you liked the first part of the story! It's not good yet, I promise it will improve in later chapters! I will post the next few chapters soon, and then things should be getting better.