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On my DeviantArt account, I have pictures of Liza in her human and ghost forms. Links are on my profile page – don't ignore them!

Disclaimer: I own Liza and the name Rueben, but I don't own Clockwork or any other Danny Phantom stuff. If I did I would be filthy rich! But I'm broke, so…

Narration

Thoughts

"Speech"

It was supposed to be a normal day – notice the words "supposed to be". Instead, I got caught up in a mess of fantasy and adventure that seems impossible. Why can't I just have a normal life? But before I begin my glorious retelling of the most interesting day ever, I should probably introduce myself.

Hi, my name is Liza Summers and I'm 14 years old. I am 5 ft. 2 in., and short for my age. I live in a simple place called Harrisburg, Pennsylvania. Well, I used to. Then my dad was unexpectedly transferred to another hotel branch located in another state. Which meant my whole family had to move there. I had to leave all my best friends and hangouts behind. The neighborhood I had grown up in was being replaced before my very eyes. Now I had to find all new everything in a small town called Amity Park, Illinois! How unfair is that?

We were in the middle of October, and it was the last day I had before I had to go to Casper High. The alarm clock was going crazy as I groggily lifted my arm towards the side of the bed. My head was still under the covers, so I couldn't see that my hand was pushing the "ring louder" button. The blaring sound surprised me so much that I abruptly fell off the side of the bed. Ouch! The floor was cold and hard without carpeting. How I missed my old room back in Harrisburg… This environment was too unfamiliar. I strangled the maroon sheets off of me and gasped for breath when I stood on my legs. They were wobbly and weak. The blood flow must have taken a break during the night. Crud. I fell forward to the floor and my cheek pushed against the wood. My hair fell messily on the dirt and I quickly sprang up, standing. I checked my appearance in the mirror.

My long blond hair was a rat's nest and sticking up all over the place; with the black and white strands of hair dye lost in the bun. There were dark circles under my forest green eyes, showing how late I had stayed up. My orange t-shirt hung limp on my slumped shoulders, and my blue pajama bottoms were sagging. My bare feet were numb to the touch so I slipped on my pink, fluffy bunny slippers. They were just about the ugliest Christmas present I had ever gotten. But hey – I could hardly feel my cold toes!

I grabbed my usual dark green tank-top and cherry-red skinny jeans off of the closet hook and threw them on. The tank-top fell just above my inner belly-button and had one strap over one shoulder. The same side was long-sleeved and the other sleeve was cropped on the shoulder. The long sleeve had red stripes and so did the outlining of the tank-top itself. On my wrists I held about seven lengthy bracelets, each a different shade of red. I wore a thick, black belt with a heavy center buckle. On the knee of my left leg, I had a tied white scarf. I don't know why, but for some reason I just liked it like that. I brushed my smooth wavy hair down to my lower back and tied the very end with a black hair-tie, then covered the circles under my eyes with a pale blush. Slipping on my green sneakers at the last minute, I slid down the railing of the staircase, grabbed a single piece of toast, and headed out for a walk of fresh air.

It wasn't long before I heard an ear-spitting scream. I rushed behind a nearby bush and spied at what was going on. There was a green person floating through the air at the traffic turn circle! What the heck? I softly cried out at the sudden rush of pain in my fingers. My eyes widened – my nails were neon green. I NEVER put nail polish on my nails! How did this happen?!

I felt a swoop of energy flow through me and the ground came closer… and closer… until my neck was surrounded by grass. I was being dragged through the Earth! But… how was I still able to move my arms when I couldn't see them anymore?! I drifted down farther and hit my head… HARD. The next thing I knew, I was in a rather large room coated in blue, plum-purple, and clocks. I was spread across the floor and immediately stood upright. My stomach felt… less breezy than usual, though. I glanced down at my green tank-top. But it wasn't there! Instead, I was wearing a light blue tank-top that ended just above my stomach. There was dark blue fishnetting that attached to the end of the tank-top and the top of the darker blue waistline of the light blue leggings. All of my bracelets were now black or white, and the black and white strands of hair dye were now black and an indigo. My hair was in a normal ponytail and it was now freak'in white! My skin was slightly paler, and in my shiny black and white nails I saw my dark blue eyed reflection. My sneakers were now replaced with white combat boots that made me about an inch taller. What the heck just happened?!

Sitting on the swivel chair of a black desk in the corner I hadn't noticed before was a small child wearing a violet robe. The clasp was of a time gear that seemed familiar. The figure floated off the ground towards me, but for some strange reason I didn't run. Normally, I would run for the hills, but I just dumbly stood there gaping. The figure gave low chuckle and literally grew into a middle-aged man. Woah!

"Hello, Liza, have you missed me?" The man pulled down his hood to reveal pure white hair and blood red eyes. But that scar running over top of his left eye – I would recognize that anywhere. "U-uncle Rueben?!"

"Yes, this is my job – master of time. And I go by Clockwork in the ghost zone." My eye expanded. Master of time?! I always knew there was something about him… Gosh, I haven't seen uncle Rueben in years; since I was eleven. And from the moment I met him I just knew he was the goofball uncle.

"Do you know what's going on? And did you say… ghost zone?!" I asked him. "But you're not… you're not dead yet!"

"Actually, I've been completely dead for about 20 years. My brother – or your father – never suspected a thing. The only reason no one noticed is that I have a special ability where I can change my appearance at will." He chuckled. But my frown only grew more serious.

"You're d-dead?" I shivered, rubbing my hands across my naked arms. This tank-top had no long-sleeves. It did however, have straps on either shoulder so my chest wasn't cold. Teeth chattering, I managed to comment, "W-why am I s-so c-cold?!"

"That would be your ice core."

"My what?!"

"Your ice core. Every ghost has at least one core, even half-ghosts like you."

"H-half g-ghosts?!"

"Yes, very unique. In fact, there are only three other half-ghosts in the world."

I just stood there blinking at him. I was a half-ghost?! How was that even possible?! And why haven't I know about this before?! I had what seemed like millions of questions swarming around my mind. I cleared my throat to ask what an ice core meant but Rueben/Clockwork beat me to it.

"Your ice core is an addition to your time core, so it is unstable. You must learn to build up control over it. But before anything else, you must master your basic skills."

"How do I do that?"

"You are entering Casper High tomorrow. Make friends with Daniel Fenton, Samantha Manson, and Tucker Foley. Daniel is another half-ghost who protects the town from psychotic ghosts. But do not approach him with this information until he starts to give clues about Danny Phantom. Do not be tempted by the popular crowd. I have faith in you, Liza."

"Anything else?"

"As you spend more and more time with Daniel, your powers may become stronger from the invisible forces. When they are stabled, you will feel it. Good luck dealing with your developing powers."

"What's that supposed to mean?!"

"Remember, do NOT let anyone know about your ghost-half. Do whatever it takes."

"Yeah, okay."

Like before, I was pulled underneath the floor of the clock tower and the next thing I knew was landing on the hard grass behind the small bush I had been hiding in. I was back in my regular clothes, only… dirty from the mud! Yuck! I rushed home to get a refreshing shower. My only thought was: Well, tomorrow will certainly be interesting…

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