Chapter 1; Danielle's First Ghost

This story is a mix between Danny Phenton and Timmy Turner, but my Fan-fiction follows Danny's great, great, GREAT granddaughter and Timmy's great granddaughter. So, a lot of the characters names are not recognizable. I will however say that the names of the people in the story have the same first letter as the characters from the shows. Vivian=Vicky/Valerie, Finnigan=Francis, Tiffany=Trixie, Paige=Pualina, Kai=Kuan, Sariyah=Star, Alastair=A.J/Tucker, Cyrus=Chester/Sam (Mostly Sam)

BTW, you DON'T have to read the journal part, that's just to explain a few things, but I'm warning you, there will be a journal entry every chapter.

She looked up at the tall dark building with her red beanie covering her eyes a little bit. The sun, through the clouds, hit the perfect spot of the school, the flagpole ballpoint; it was placed on top of the school on the highest building instead of beside it.

Her black flats squeaked against the concrete from the rain lightly diving onto the earth. She stared at the school doors, becoming a little dizzy as they moved farther away from her. Of course she knew it was just her perception. In the middle of her daze, she was pushed onto the wet concrete.

"Move it or lose it, dweeb." A tall, thin teenager with bright red lip gloss smirked at her.

She tapped her shiny black shoes together and groaned at her. She got back up and gritted her teeth.

"Hey, it is your fault for just standing there in front of the bus, loser." She put her hand on her hip and made a gesture for the girl to shoo. "Buzz off; I'm going to make this school mine. It will no longer be the ghost school; it will be Paige's school once I'm done here."

She scoffed. "Once you're done? It sounds like they'll only call it that because you'll only be a legend like the other ghosts here." She smirked.

Paige rolled her eyes and smirked as she pulled off the girl's beanie and threw it into the mud. "Have fun fetching that. You might as well be a dog."

Laughter followed her as the popular kids exited the bus.

She clasped her fists, holding them down by her sides while she gritted her teeth, glaring at every popular kid that walked out of the vehicle. She turned back around then pulled her hat up out of the mud. It wasn't covered in the mud at all; it had fallen on a patch of grass fortunately.

The school bell rang, calling the students to their first classrooms.

Crap! It's the first day of school, and I'm already late for class? She sprinted towards the school's entrance and pushed past people to her sides. She stopped in front of the buildings, realizing she didn't even know her way around school, so she followed a crowd of students to the gym. Everyone was getting their class schedules, lucky for her, that meant it didn't matter whether she was late for class or not.

"Your name please?"

"Danielle Phenton."

Danielle was handed a paper with her class schedule on it. She studied the paper. Why is P.E. first? Whatever, at least it's close. She started walking towards the other gym.

. . .

Danielle walked into her third hour class, looking around for anyone she knew. She spotted a boy with pale skin and black hair that was hugging his face. She walked over and sat beside him.

Yes, a face I recognize that doesn't want to kill me!

He nodded his head to greet her. He had his head leaning on his hand. He looked really bored. His hair was dyed, and he wore mostly black, he even had a spiked choker around his neck.

"You okay, Cyrus?"

"Yeah," he said. He had a raspy voice.

Danielle faced forward when the bell rang.

The teacher had a beer belly, and he looked like he was fifty or so. "My name is Mr. Richards, now, I don't want to be called Mr. Rich or Richie, and I don't like Chards either." He glared at the class. "Now, this is Biology, children. The students that are going to survive this class will be here on time, be ready for class and work hard." He looked Danielle in the eyes.

Why is he looking at me? Daniel's gaze averted as Mr. Richards' white board started to get decorated with markers.

There was a teenager drawing on the board, he was writing something. He had bleach white hair and green eyes. He had pale skin like Cyrus', but the boy's was more of a grayish, as if he had never seen the sun.

All the students started to murmur and whisper.

"Quiet class, what is the sudden ruckus for?" Mr. Richards looked around for answers.

"The marker behind you is moving." one of the pupils said.

He can't see the boy? She gasped. HE CAN'T SEE THE BOY!

Cyrus looked at her and whispered, "something wrong?"

The boy silently put the marker down and turned around, with a guilty expression on his face as he looked at the teacher.

The teacher turned around. "Who's Danielle?" He squinted.

"Did you write that?" The teacher kept looking back and forth from the board and Danielle.

"Write what?" she whispered back.

The teen moved away from the board revealing that he wrote Danielle in red marker, the red was dripping, as if it were blood and not marker. He must have broken it.

Danielle swallowed and goose bumps surrounded her as she stared this ghost in the eyes. Her lips began to part as the ghost's eyes glowed.

"Are you Danielle?"

She jolted and looked up at him. "What? Uh-" she looked back at where the ghost was, then back at the teacher. "Yes, sir."

The ghost boy was gone.

He raised an eyebrow. "Did you write this?"

"n-no, sir…" Danielle licked her lips, as sweat dripped down her forehead from the heat of all the students' eyes facing in her direction.

"Are you lying to me?" Mr. Richards put his hands on his sides and leaned over to her eye level.

"Mr. Richards? The marker was moving on its own until you looked at it," a student interrupted.

"Oh really?" he chuckled, getting back to his level.

"Yes, it's true," another pupil called out.

"Out of all the absurd things-"

"Marker was moving," one of the kids said. They twiddled their fingers, a little shy about speaking up.

He sighed. "Looks like you're saved by your students." squinted at Danielle. He grabbed a pack of papers and passed them out. "You are to sign this, have your parents sign it, and then turn it back in tomorrow. Thank you."

The bell rang, and class was over.

Cyrus walked with Danielle to the cafeteria. They stood in line and got their food without saying a word.

"I hope Alastair knows where to find us," Cyrus finally spoke up as they went to sit in the grass outside. "Why were you so scared? I could see the bumps on your arms.

"Did you see the boy holding the marker?"

"No, I didn't see anything until the name was already written, I was more worried about you." He shook his head. "Did you say boy?"

"Yeah, there was a teenager holding the marker…" Just thinking about it made Danielle all shaky, she couldn't hold the food on her fork straight.

"Hay," Cyrus started; he put his hand on hers, "don't be nervous, all the ghosts here are good."

She nodded her head, and then said doubtfully, "but only by rumors…"

"Why are you guys holding hands?" Another teen asked, taking a seat in the green grass beside them.

Both Cyrus and Danielle looked at their hands and blushed, moving them apart immediately.

"Sh-she was all shaky, Alastair."

Alastair squinted at him with his deep, dark, brown eyes. "You're the one that sounds shaky." He shook his head.

"Whatever." Cyrus glared at his meal.

Danielle's hand got shaky again as she somehow managed to get food into her mouth.

Alastair's eyebrows rose. "Whoa, you are shaky. What happened?"

"She saw a ghost."

"What, first ghost already?" He shook his head. "Pssh, ghosts aren't real!"

"I don't think I would feel this weak if they weren't…" Danielle looked up at him, his white teeth were dirtied with food.

"What'd he look like?" Cyrus suddenly got interested.

"Uh-uh-he had… Bright green eyes, and he had white hair, Oh! And he had a D on his chest."

"Why would he have a D on his chest?"

Danielle shrugged. "How should I know?"

"What'd he do when you saw him?"

"He wrote my name on the whiteboard in red marker…"

"That doesn't sound so bad." Alastair crossed his arms.

"But he broke the marker, so when he wrote it," her voice got quieter, "it looked like he wrote it in blood."

Alastair shook his head. "Well, don't worry about it, ghosts can't touch us anyway."

"I don't know dude." Cyrus looked suspicious. "Didn't she just say that he was holding a marker?"

"Hmm, yeah, that's true. But that wouldn't calculate correctly…" He pulled out a calculator. "If ghosts could touch us, wouldn't they have done that already?"

"Yeah, you're probably right."

"Ahhhh!" Danielle screamed.

"What! What?" Alastair held his calculator to his chest.

"A ghost is t-touching me!"

"Hahaha, you're such a loser," Tiffany teased.

Danielle sighed as the hand on her shoulder left her. She turned around to be blinded by Tiffany's braces.

"You're such a wimp! Hahaha!" Behind Tiffany came the laughter of the whole gang.

Danielle started to growl. She clenched her fists and tensed her muscles.

Cyrus grabbed her fist. "Calm down. They aren't worth it."

Tiffany gasped and pointed at them. "Look! The nerds are dating!" Her small black ponytails moved up and down with her laughing."

Danielle ripped her hand away and glared at Cyrus.

"I was just trying to help!" He put his hands up, trying not to offend her. He was blushing at the same time.

"Well I don't need your help." Danielle turned away.

In the background you could hear all the popular students high fiving.

Alastair didn't say a word.

The bell rang.

"Already?" Danielle yelled angrily. She looked over at the boys and mumbled, "What's your guy's next class?"

"Algebra," Alastair pulled up his schedule.

"English."

"I have algebra too, let's go to D building together, Alastair."

"Okay." He looked down at his food. "I hope we're allowed to eat in there.

"Me too, see you later Cyrus."

"Uh-huh. See you later."

. . .

Danielle tapped Cyrus' shoulder. "Do you see that?" she whispered.

"See what?" he asked.

"The ghost boy is writing on the whiteboard again." Sweat started to form on her forehead.

"All I can see is the marker moving," he whispered back.

"Why can't anyone see him?" Danielle shouted.

Mr. Richards raised an eyebrow and tapped his foot.

Danielle apologized and sunk into her seat.

Mr. Richards turned around and looked at the board. "Did you write this?"

"No Mr. Richards…" She scooted farther down her desk. "The ghost boy did," she mumbled.

"Can you even read it?" Cyrus whispered.

"Thank you for adding to the interruption. You might as well tell the class what's on your mind. It must be important if you have to disrupt me, Cyrus."

Everyone stared at Cyrus and Danielle.

"No-no sir, I have nothing to say."

"Good, now let me go on with the lesson." He opened the teacher's textbook. "turn to page 56 and try to find-"

"No, the ghost boy is standing in the way, he won't move…" she whispered.

"It says follow me" Cyrus pulled out the textbook under his chair to make it look like he was working.

The ghost boy started to walk towards the door.

"Should I follow him?" Danielle pulled out her textbook.

"Are you crazy?" He squinted at her, his eyebrows lowered and his jaw dropped.

"Alright, I won't follow him." She watched the ghost boy phase through the door.

The school bell rang as Mr. Richards reminded the students what their homework was.

"We should ask Alastair what he thinks I should do." Danielle picked up her backpack and left the classroom with Cyrus.

"I already told you not to follow him." Cyrus sounded so sure.

"I just want his opinion." She shrugged.

"Fine."

They went into the Cafeteria and caught up with Alastair near the front of the line.

"Yesterday you were late, today you're early?" Cyrus raised his eyebrows.

"I got my classes changed; now my third period is much closer to the cafeteria." Alastair shrugged. "Did you see the ghost again?"

"Yes, she did." Cyrus pulled some lunch money out of his pocket.

"Did it say anything on the board today?" Alastair looked curious.

"This time it said follow me. What do you think, Alastair?" she asked.

"I think you should."

"What? Are my ears deceiving me? Alastair! She can't follow him!" Cyrus put his hands in the air.

Alastair pursed his lips. "Dude, she's the only one that can see him, he wrote specifically her name, don't you think she should figure out who he is?"

"He could haunt her, or beat her! Or worse! Kill her!"

"Wow, I know you're negative, but that's just a little too far." Alastair paid the cash register for the food.

"Sorry." Cyrus scratched his head. "I just don't want Danielle to get hurt."

"I can take care of myself." Danielle glared at Cyrus.

"Sorry, sheesh." Cyrus put his hands up.

"You guys can come with me if you want so I won't be vulnerable… Just say you need to use the restroom or something."

"So, you see the ghost boy during third hour?" Alastair guessed.

"Yeah, around the end of the period."

"Okay, I'll meet up with you in front of your classroom tomorrow."

"Sounds good." Danielle nodded her head.

"You guys are actually going along with this plan?" Cyrus widened his eyes.

"Yes." Danielle smirked. "You could always just stay behind.

"No, no. I'll go." Cyrus bit his lip.

March 1st, 2005 Tuesday

My name is Danielle Timothy Phenton. I was named after my fourth great grandfather on my dad's side, even though I'm a girl. My middle name is from great grandpa on my Mother's side. Obviously both my parents were expecting a son as their first born. I have a little brother named Cosmo… and he's an idiot. My mother has a full stomach for the third time, she's expecting a girl. My parents can't decide whether they want to name her Jasmine, or Wanda. I don't like the name Wanda at all.

If you can read me already, I'm not the happiest kid. I'm in eighth grade, and I'm just lucky to have the best life ever… My parents make an okay amount of money, but it's all drained by Cosmo. They get the five year old whatever he wants because he can't speak yet. I bet he really can talk, he's just holding his words in, waiting for his parents to get him something he's really hoping for, and then he'll say his first "words". I'm writing in my journal because my counselor said it was good for me to get my feelings out, just not on other people. I tend to… hurt people… a lot… There are a lot of people that make fun of me at school.

I have good news and bad news about school. The good news is the school years almost over, the bad news is my parents have already signed me up for high school. This is where all my bully buddies are going too. This doesn't help me at all. I'm just lucky my friends will be there to protect me. Vivian, Finnigan, Tiffany, Paige, Kai, Sariya are all the popular kids, that either want nothing to do with me, or would rather beat me up. They somehow always find a way to get on the good sides of the teaches, leaving me in detention. I wish people could see things my way.

My parents assigned me to go to Casper High, that's not it's actually name, but everyone calls it the ghost school, so that's what I came up with. Everyone says ghosts linger there, and that you can only see them inside the school grounds. The teachers can't see them, according to rumors. My parents don't remember seeing any ghosts there. They say most of the time the ghosts that linger there were former students, and tend to be old relatives, which aren't bad ghosts. There's a rumor that one of the teachers that goes to Casper high used to be a student teacher there and he saw his mom every day, so he decided to officially become a teacher at Casper high so he could keep seeing her. Again, this is just a rumor I heard.

My parents don't believe me when I say I believe in ghosts. There has been a ghost in the family before, but my parents always tell me it's just a family myth. On my dad's side of the family, my fourth great Grandpa's name was Danny. Apparently he had a cousin with the same name. But hers was spelled like mine, so it was Danielle. They say she was just a ghost, created out of ectoplasm to be Danny's opposite. My parents don't believe the story at all, they tell me they know Danny didn't have a cousin named Danielle. Oh well.

So, my friends are Alastair and Cyrus. I'm glad they're both going to Casper high with me; I don't know anyone who could be as loyal and trustworthy as them.

I really liked typing up the first chapter, I hope to finish the second chapter soon. I think we all know that she's going to finally meet Danny next chapter. Anyway, no hints, no spoilers. I've got to get back to typing.