Chapter 1

By dragonflysky

Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom, but I own Mallory.

Keep in mind…book titles are in Italics

"Ok class," said Mr. Lancer getting everyone together, "today is the last day of school this year. I am happy to announce that I think everyone has done well and…Mallory Fenton!"

I bolted up knowing I was busted. I always nod off during these "end of year" speeches. Sadly, Mr. Lancer knew that too. I can't believe he still works here. But I sit up ready to hear it yet again.

"I know Ms. Fenton that you are just as unexcited as I am that you have vacation," he said, "but does that mean I have to give you work, yet again, to occupy your summer?"

I slowly shook my head no. I can hear the class snickering behind me. But Mr. Lancer waits for me to talk. I gaze toward the ground. I'd rather not look him in the eye but knowing I have to get this over with I look up.

"No," I said nervously. Why I was nervous, I wasn't sure. It could have been the fact that I didn't want another 15-page essay to finish this summer. The last one was pure terror.

"Both Sides of Time Ms. Fenton, you are astonishingly like your father was at this age." He muttered quietly walking back to the front of the room. He sat back down at his old desk continued his annoyingly long speech.

" Seeing as this will be the last five minutes of your middle school career, I want to let you know that it doesn't mean that you will have smooth sailing once your out."

I sighed, knowing what was coming. I did the only logical thing.

"Mr. Lancer," I said raising my hand quickly. He looked at me but then continued speaking. I was persistent and kept my hand up.

"Mr. Lancer," I called once again across the room. He looked my way and sighed.

"Very well Ms. Fenton, what is it?" I smiled innocently hoping with all my heart this would work.

"How long have you been teaching here exactly?" I said with lightly.

He entered a brief moment of thought and started to mutter. That gave me just enough time to give the signal to Kira Foley and Max Wilson. They knew exactly what I was doing.

"Well, I would have to say 55 years or so," he replied with a small smile. I kind of hoped that meant he was thinking it was time to retire. But he quickly was jolted out of his memories and back to class.

"As, I was saying," he started once again. He soon stopped, noticing that Kira had her hand in the air.

"Yes Ms. Foley," he said looking straight at her. Kira, the smart one, came up with a quick idea.

"So who was your favorite student?" she asked. Mr. Lancer took another thirty seconds to think about that. That meant I had only one and a half minute left.

"I would have to say, Ms. Samantha Manson," he said slowly. My ears pricked slightly.

"Why my mom?" I said with my hand in the air. He looked at me slightly annoyed. But he answered me anyway. But it took him a minute to come up with an answer.

"Well," 3… "She was," 2… "Just," …1…RING! The final bell had rung as we raced as fast as we could out of the classroom. Summer had officially started.

Well, that is the first chapter. I will get more up, but I need a little time. R&R.

No flames please.