Me: The EVIL plot bunnies have been flying round my house demanding I write a fic. So, to stop them drawing a moustache on my Mum's photos, and putting whoopee cushions on all the chairs, here it is....... (The photos that belong to Mum not just the photos of her!). Oh and this is pre PP. Should mention that!

EVIL Plot Bunny Number 1: Disclaimer!

Me: Oh yeah..... I do not own Danny Phantom or anything that you can recognise in here!

Spectre

Knock. Knock. Knock.

"Jane. Jane. JANE!"

"WHAT!"

"Turn the music down and get ready for school. You were meant to leave 10 minutes AGO!"

I should probably point out that that is my mum. And the Jane in question, is me. Jane Jasmine Hook. Yeah I know a stupid name. Too many J's. Anyway, this is my story. The story of the strangest, most dangerous month in my whole entire life. And did I mention the most fun.

It all started on my birthday. Unfortunately, I still had to go to school. Bummer. Emma came round to walk to school with me, like we had since we were, I dunno, 5, 6? Around then. Anyway, Emma was here and I was in my room playing my music full volume, getting ready while singing into my hairbrush (I don't normally sing into my hairbrush, but special day and all. I guess I got carried away).Mum came up and, you know what happened next.

I got ready, and me and Emma walked to school, arms linked, of course. We were halfway there, when I noticed a green, glowing figure, in the corner of my eye. Watching me. I spun around to get a proper look at the figure, but there was nothing there. I put it down to my over-active imagination. I mean, this was Steeple. Nothing interesting ever happened in Steeple.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the world, or at least America, a boy about my age, 14 was also, walking to school.

"Hey, Danny, wait up." Shouted and African American boy wearing a red beret

"Yeah, oh boy, Danny did you get ANY sleep last night?" Said a Goth girl with (take a wild guess) black hair and clothes.

The boy rubbed his eyes then yawned.

"Hey Sam, hey Tucker, and no, I didn't. First the Box Ghost showed up and threw the entire contents of the boxes my Dad keeps in the lab at me, then Skulker demanding my pelt at the foot of his bed, then Technus possessed my computer. Between the 3 of them I got about 5 minutes of sleep."

"Tough break man," said the African American boy, or Tucker as he calls himself (what, you thought it was his REAL name, please, parents aren't always the best, but even THEY aren't THAT bad!), " Maybe the ghosts will leave you alone today…….."

They all burst out laughing at this, when suddenly, a blue mist escaped from Danny's mouth.

"Ghost," they all said at once,

"Go, we'll cover for you," Sam (the Goth) and Tucker said, "Or at least try……," They said as he zoomed away.

Back in England, me and Emma had just arrived at school and were getting ready for class. It was double Maths. Oh the joy. About 15 minutes into the lesson, Mr. Alonso was giving us a lecture on quadratic equations and me and Emma were bored out of our minds (I mean come on, who wouldn't be!) when a boy in a black and white Hazmat suite with white hair and glowing green eyes (three guesses who!) was thrown through the wall. You heard me. Through. He didn't even leave a dent in the wall. Well, the one he was thrown through. The one he landed on however, well, by this stage, it was pretty non-existent. (You had to wonder though, what could throw someone THAT hard that it destroyed a wall, and HOW could he have just gone through the wall like that? Well our questions were soon to be answered.) A man, or robot, or something, I don't know how to explain it floated through the wall after him. It had flames for hair and a small goatee. It was like a creature in a huge mechanical suit. (Little did I realize how right I was!) The boy jumped up and floated in the air and floated for a minute. Floated. Like a ghost. He shot a green ray like thing, at the creature, from his hands with little effect.

"Ha Ghost Boy, you really think I would not have upgraded my armour against your ghost rays. This time there is nothing you can do to stop me!" A PDA on his wrist beeped,

"Go to library and take out book on Purple Backed Gorilla. Oh man, not again!" He cried in exasperation.

The 'Ghost Boy' looked confused.

"He upgrades his armour against my ghost rays, but still hasn't erased my schedule from Tucker's PDA. Weird! AND WHAT WAS HE DOING IN England anyway?"

He suddenly looked at the clock on the wall.

"Oh man! Lancers going to kill me!"

Mr. Alonso got up from behind his desk.

"Ok can anyone tell me what 5x(squared)+3x-1is please"

Me: He he, not so evil, evil cliffy! I have no-idea what the next chapter will be like, this is a when the inspiration hits me kind of thing……….. (Imagines a big green blobby thing with 5 eyes on eye stalks and pale blue and red spotty legs (or my imagination at this current time) chasing me with a hammer) OW, he he. Any way next chapter should be soon, no-idea when! I'm going to Germany on a school trip next week so it may be delayed. Anyway, please R&R

(Read and Review, not Rest and Relaxation). This is my first fan fic, so please be nice!