First Danny Phantom fic. 'Nuff said.

Thanks. Hope you like.

AU: Valerie never was a ghost hunter. Done.

She couldn't help but wonder who the ghost boy was… or had been, anyway. It was true though, a few ghosts were actually the "aftermath" of human emotion, that was caught up in an ectoplasmic swirl. They became a ghost, never fading and never ending. It was odd, really, to think about it. Who had he been? What time frame? Who was he?

Did he remember his former life? It must be odd, if he could, to think about who you were before you died. To think about everything before it all happened. How had he died?

She shivered involuntarily. The thought of thinking of how was ghost had been human and how they had died… was… odd. Slightly dissatisfying. Valerie sighed, shaking her head and moving the paper she was sketching on under her math work as the teacher passed by. Val glanced up and to the side, the seat next to her unoccupied, she shook her at it.

Danny never seemed to be at school. Half the time he was in the bathroom, really. Jumping as the bell disrupted her thoughts, Valerie sighed and quickly stuffed everything into her binder, jumping up she rushed out of the room, the thoughts of Phantom swirling in her head. She shook her head as she weaved through the crowds of the other high school students. It was like cow being herded toward the ranch, except they were all blind and retarded and didn't know where to go.

She slipped by Byron, her locker neighbor, and put in the combination. She hoped he wouldn't notice her but, eh, no such luck.

"Hey, Valerie, did you see the new movie that came out! It was awesome!" Byron asked, slamming his locker shut and leaning against it with a slick grin on his face. She winced from the sound and closed her eyes, the locker door concealing her face. Byron Parker, the complete comic nerd. In actuality, he was pretty easy going and cool, but he tried for girls way out of his league and he needed a good fishslap to the face. She mentally smiled at the thought of slapping him with a fish.

Valerie sighed and replied, "Which one? Three new ones came out. Do enlighten me Byron."

Byron chuckled and grinned, swiping his long shaggy hair out of his eyes. Val sighed, once more, and stuck her math book in her locker, slipping her History book in her bag and closing the door. She turned toward the boy next to her, a truly bored look in her brown eyes.

"The one about the Zombies! And the Christmas party! It had Ben Stiller! Come one, it's the coolest one out there! You have to have seen it!" Byron exclaimed, straightening as his arms rose in the air and proclaimed his speech with exaggerated gestures. Valerie sighed and shook her head, his enthusiasm much to much for her at 10:07 in the morning.

"No, I haven't. But, er, look. I have to get to class… so, I'll see you later, alright? Cool," Valerie retorted, slipping away before he could hastily reply with a cheesy pick up line. She wove, once more, through the heap of students. Her eyes were glazed over as they returned to her previous thoughts.

Who had he been?

She frowned as she thought about this. It really bothered her. For some reason, the thought of learning of his former life seemed to fascinate the girl. It was like… learning something that no one else new. Like, the secret of the universe or whatever. Something important like that. Either way, it was a fantasy.

Valerie suddenly brightened, her eyes flickering to the classroom she should have gone into. Pivoting, she rushed in, and not a moment to soon too; the bell's shrill ring cut through the air. She slid into a seat in the back, just as her teacher, Mrs. Murphy, turned around. Valerie sighed deeply in relief and opened her text-book to the lesson they were learning that day. Roman Empire. One of the best and the greatest. Personally, she thought the Greeks were cooler, they hadn't wiped out an entire nation, but that was the lesson after this. It should have been switched, as the Greek time was far before the Roman, but the Roman lesson was far bigger.

"Hello class, today we will be starting on the Roman Empire. Now, as you all know, this is a seven week course, in which you will partner up for most of it. If you will pick your partner now, we will begin in a few minutes."

Valerie didn't even look up as she heard the seat next to her move closer.

"What are you thinking about?" A voice asked, causing Val to look up and smirk.

"I'm contemplating life and the creation of the universe, you?"

The person shrugged, looking down at the textbook with a scrunched up nose. Starr then began talking about how this was just a bunch of nonsense and it was stupid to learn about a bunch of people who were already dead. Like the Caesar salad guy or something.

As the blonde, oblivious girl did this, Val turned back toward her binder and slipped out the sketches. Once more beginning to draw, her thoughts wandered toward Phantom. Well, Danny Phantom. Had that been his name? Had his name been Danny or Daniel? Maybe it was something completely different and his real name was something else and that was just the name of a friend he had known. How old was he, really? He looked fourteen or fifteen, but who knows? He could have been from the 1900s. She smiled, dreaming of a boy: tall, dark and handsome. Where id he live? Why did he help? Had his father been a cop when he was alive? Did he have siblings? Did he look different? He had white hair. Was that what it really had look like, or did it change when he became a ghost.

Val sighed when the teacher began to speak and Starr nudged her. She may never find out. All she was doing was contemplating.

Review? It's my first DP fanfic... I have 15 others... lol.

At the moment, this is a one-shot but I will continue it later.